Naked Scripts
I lock myself in the gas station bathroom, slide my shorts down, and snap a picture: soft pink panties absolutely soaked, the wet spot obvious and obscene.
I send it to the burner number he gave me.
Mia: Until next reunion, Uncle ♡
Still dripping you.
Three dots. Then:
Chris:
Be ready, baby. Next year I’m not holding back at all.
I grin, press my thighs together, and feel him leak a little more.
I can’t wait.