Hotter after midnight
On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers
A sharp ping cut through the moment. I groaned in frustration, pulling my soaked fingers free and grabbing my phone. Zane’s name lit up the screen. I tapped the message and a photo filled it...his hard cock, flushed and veined, the pink head glistening with a fat bead of precum that trailed down the shaft. My pussy clenched hard at the sight. Below the image his text read: “He misses his hot, sexy girl"
I typed back with one hand while the other slipped back into my panties, two fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy.