Monalisa
The next day my phone buzzed the second I killed the engine in the library parking lot. I unclipped my seatbelt, dug into my bag, and pulled it out.
It was Sofia.
I expected one of her usual heart-filled good-morning texts. Instead, a close-up d**k pic filled my screen, thick, veiny, rock-hard, the head shiny with pre-c*m, balls heavy underneath.
My eyes went wide. I slammed the screen against my thigh, heart hammering. After a few seconds I peeked again just to be sure.
Still there. Massive. Proud. Filthy. Sofia had zero f*****g boundaries. I deleted it fast and typed back with shaking fingers.
M: "What the hell, Sofia? Please tell me that was a mistake."
S: "No mistake, babe. So…what do you think? It’s f*****g huge, right? I almost fell off my bed when he sent it."
M: "W
