Renee: No, I won’t.
Me: What makes you think you can torture me? When we texted last night, I requested nude photos to get off, but you declined. So, what exactly is this?
Renee: I was saving the photos for today.
With the text came another photo that made me shift uncomfortably in my seat.
I considered not opening it, but my subconscious desires got the better of me, and I clicked the text open.
“Damn woman...” I stuttered and squinted as I stared at the image of her freshly shaved p***y peeking out from the green lacy panties she’d worn today. Quickly, I lowered the brightness of my screen.
My d**k twitched again, and I could feel my erection rousing sharply, so I took a deep breath.
I let out a string of curses in my head, hands clenched, as I typed another quick text to her.
