Lena.
I sat on my bed in the quiet house, my phone screen glowing with the dirty pictures Ava had sent me. The images were explicit — Ava touching herself, close-ups of her breasts and p***y, messages describing how much she missed my body.
My fingers traced the screen, body heating up as I remembered the weekend at Ava's condo. I slipped my hand under my shorts, touching myself slowly while scrolling through the photos, my breathing quickening.
I typed a quick text to Ava: "Your pictures are driving me crazy. I'm touching myself right now thinking about you."
A new message popped up. Ava had sent a video of her touching herself — fingers sliding in and out of her wet p***y, moaning my name. My fingers moved faster, matching the video. I was about to c*m, my body tensing, when the pho
