Chapter Forty Nine
He can’t forget me that easily, he still wants me. I could not wipe the smirk off my face just earlier when I was watching him zoom in and out of that photo. What did he like more? The way I looked into the camera with the same look I would have given me if he was right there with me at that moment? Did he like that it was his bed that I was shamelessly laying on while spreading my p***y lips for him to see what he was missing out on?
Or was it the way my n*****s got so hard every time I thought of him? Did he like knowing that it was only him on my mind while I touched myself?
There were so many possibilities, and maybe, just maybe he liked all those things. He kept inching into my face and my wet p***y over and over as he ran his fingers through his hair. I could h
