I sent the picture from my bathroom floor at 11:40.
Legs spread. Fingers holding myself open. His c*m still glossy and thick at my entrance, a string of it sliding down toward the tile. I hit send before I could overthink it. His reply came in under a minute.
Good girl. Held it. 5pm. Don’t be late. And don’t clean that up before you leave tomorrow. I want to see it when you walk in.
I slept in the mess. Woke up sticky. Showered only what I had to and left the rest. At 4:55 I let myself into his apartment, stripped in the kitchen, and knelt. The tile was cold. My cunt was already swollen and leaking again just from being there.
He walked in at 5:02, locked the door, and stopped in front of me. Work boots. Dust on his jeans. He looked down at the shine on my inner thighs and his mouth cu
