Wet Pussy Confession On Command

So I was still bent over the arm of the couch. His cum cooling across my back and the tops of my thighs. Legs unsteady. The room smelled like sex. My phone glowed on the floor where I had dropped it with the dress. Daniel’s name on the screen.

“You still up?”

Malik  stood behind me. Close enough that I felt the heat of his body. He spoke low and calm.

“Answer him.”

My heart was already racing. Cunt still sensitive and wet from how hard he had just fucked me. I picked up the phone with sticky fingers. I stared at the message. Daniel had been careful with me from the start. Soft texts. Slow moves. And now I was naked in his friend’s living room with cum drying on my skin, about to reply.

I typed the safest thing I could manage.

“Yeah. Couldn’t sleep.”

I hit send. The friend leaned down and read it over my shoulder. He gave a short quiet laugh.

“Cute. Now tell him you’re thinking about him.”

I hesitated. He reached around my hip, slid two fingers between my legs, and found me still soaked. He rubbed slow circles over my clit. Steady pressure. My hips shifted without my permission. A small sound left my mouth.

“Type it.”

I typed. “Thinking about you.”

Send.

Daniel replied almost right away. “Yeah? What are you thinking?”
Malik kept rubbing. He added a little more pressure. My legs trembled. He whispered against my ear, voice rough.

“Tell him the truth. Tell him your pussy is still wet.”

I shook my head. He pressed harder. My breath caught in my throat. He did not stop.

“Do it.”

I typed with shaking hands. The letters looked too bold on the screen. “My pussy is still wet.”

I stared at the words for a long second. Then I hit send before I could delete them.

The three dots appeared. Daniel was typing. Malik pulled his fingers away, leaving me aching and open. He walked around to face me. He was already hard again. He looked down at the phone in my hand and waited.

Daniel’s reply came through.

“Fuck. Show me.”

I looked up at the friend. He was already smiling, calm and certain.

“Well,” he said. “Looks like you’re going to send him a picture. And I’m going to help you take it.”

I still have the phone in my hand. Cum still on my skin. Daniel waiting for a photo. Malik watching me with that same quiet smile. I have no idea how far this is going to go tonight, but I already know I am not leaving yet.

Everything traces back to:I Knew Better.I Went Anyway.