Page 13 of Cyber Revenge

This is for him.

I wear nothing but a thin mesh bralette, tits pressing against the fabric, nipples already hard. My thong matches, black lace, cut high, my hips and thighs begging to be gripped. I crawl into the frame, legs spread, knees bent, the soaked crotch of my panties pulled to the side with two fingers.

“Is this what you wanted?” I whisper.

I press the toy against my clit, a curved silicone wand I’d worn out more times than I can count. My other hand slips down totease my entrance, already soaked, slick sounds filling the room like a filthy soundtrack.

“I’ve been thinking about that voice…” I moan softly, rolling my hips against the wand. “The way you’d take me. How you’d pin me down… choke me a little. Tell me I’m yours.”

I slide two fingers inside, slow and deep, curling up until my thighs tremble.

“Bet you’d fuck me stupid, wouldn’t you, Trip?”

I keep fucking myself for him, harder, faster, the toy never leaving my clit. My voice cracks, breaths sharp and desperate, thighs slick with wetness as I lose control.

“I’d come so hard for you,” I gasp. “I’d scream your name until my throat’s raw.”

And then I do.

I come hard. A messy, gushing orgasm that has me arching off the bed, fingers deep inside, cunt fluttering, dripping onto the sheets.

When it’s over, I’m wrecked. Glowing. My legs won’t stop shaking.

Perfect.

I stop the video, grinning like a devil.

I open Snap, hit TripsterGuy, attach the video, and hit send without hesitation.

Then I realize what I’ve done.

Two names.

Two checkmarks.

Trip…

And Patrick.

Fucking hell.

I stare at my phone, heart pounding, lungs frozen. I consider deleting it, but it’s too late. It’s already been opened.

First Trip.

Then Patrick.

Trip doesn’t reply right away.

But Patrick?

[Patrick – 10:42 PM]: Holy. Fucking. Shit.

[Patrick – 10:42 PM]: That was for me, right?

My stomach twists.

No.

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