DON’T STOP
What the hell was that?
I reached up and pulled off the red lace mask, tossing it aside. The fiery wig followed. I ran my hands through my damp natural black hair and headed straight to the bathroom to wash up. Even as warm water splashed over my face and body, my mind kept replaying the scene — the thick, veined cock, the fire emojis, the low laugh, and then that sharp voice yelling about zoom classes.
I hoped he wasn’t a minor. But there was no way. The Sensual app had strict age verification. That was one relief, at least.