She opened the email and there they were: three raw shots of his thick cock, hard and veiny, one with his fist wrapped around the base, precum leaking from the slit. Mia's pussy clenched on nothing. She was sitting at her kitchen table in just a tank top and panties, and she shoved the fabric aside without thinking. Two fingers slid straight into her wet cunt as she stared at the photos.
"Send me yours," the message said below them. She didn't hesitate. She stood, peeled off the tank, and snapped a picture of her tits, nipples tight and dark. Then she angled the phone lower, spread her legs, and took one of her shaved pussy, lips parted, fingers holding herself open so he could see how soaked she already was. She hit send.
His reply came fast. Another photo: his cock resting against his stomach, balls heavy underneath. The next message was text only. "Fuck, look at that cunt. I'd bury my face in it first. Lick up all that juice then shove my dick in balls deep."
Mia moaned out loud even though she was alone. She typed back with one hand while the other rubbed her clit in fast circles. "I'd suck you until you were dripping, then ride you reverse so you could watch my ass bounce. Want a video?"
She recorded it without thinking twice, phone propped on the table, legs spread wide. Two fingers pumping in and out, the wet sound loud in the quiet room, her other hand pinching a nipple. She sent the ten-second clip.
The next photo from him was filthy: cum already streaking his abs, cock still hard. "Come over. Now. Bring that phone. We're taking more."
She didn't bother with real clothes. Just pulled on the tank and a short skirt with nothing underneath, grabbed her keys, and drove the fifteen minutes to his place with her pussy throbbing against the seat.
He opened the door already naked, cock jutting out. The second she stepped inside he had her against the wall, hand up her skirt, two thick fingers shoved inside her. "Christ, you're soaked. Been playing with yourself the whole drive?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Looking at your smut photos."
He spun her around, bent her over the arm of the couch, and slammed into her in one thrust. She cried out, cunt stretching around him. He didn't start slow. He fucked her hard, hips slapping her ass, one hand fisting her hair. "Phone," he growled. "Take pictures."
She reached for it with shaking hands while he kept pounding her. The first shot was blurry, her face pressed into the cushion, mouth open. The second caught his cock halfway out of her, shiny with her cream. He grabbed the phone, angled it down, and took one himself, the image showing exactly how deep he was buried.
"Send that to yourself," he ordered. "Look at it later when you're alone."
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved back in. This time he took the photos while he fucked her, flash going off with every thrust.
Her tits bouncing, her pussy stretched around him, her fingers rubbing her clit because she was close.
"Come on my cock," he said, voice rough. "Want that picture too."
She came hard, cunt pulsing, thighs shaking. He pulled out at the last second and painted her stomach and tits with thick ropes of cum. The final photo he took was of the mess, his hand smearing it over her skin.
They lay there breathing hard. He scrolled through the new shots on her phone. "These are going in the folder with the others. Next time you're touching yourself to smut photos, you'll have fresh ones."
Mia smiled, already thinking about the next email.
