Page 141 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
He said something else, but I was too focused on the gif next to it titled: Germany gif. The first few frames were of me with my redbraids slapping Jurgen’s cock against my face. Then it switched to a head-on view of me with my eyes closed getting blasted from both sides with cum. My mouth was open and it looked like I was absolutely loving it. Which was not accurate! The caption read:Your girl told you her favorite thing about Oktoberfest was the sausages.There was a placard beneath that said: Ash Cooper at Oktoberfest, submitted by Cole Adams.
WHAT?!I spun around and stared at Cole. “What the fuck?!”
“Do you not like the caption?” he asked.
What, sir?!“No, the caption is fine. I meant how the fuck did you get this footage?”
“You videochatted the entire thing to me.”
Oh fuck my life!“So you decided to make a gif of it for the whole world to see?” I guess I had wished for someone to post some gifs of me other than the ginger supremacist ones…
“I mean…I didn’t get any other context. So I just had to assume.”
My jaw opened then closed. “You could have texted me!”
“You could have texted too.”
I didn’t know I’d videochatted you!
“I figured it was a spur of the moment thing. That you were missing me.” He smiled. “Those saucy little looks at the camera were so hot, by the way. You’re definitely going to win an Onyxie.”
“You freaking idiot. I don’t want to win an Onyxie!”
Cole raised his eyebrow. “Oh really? Then how do you explain that?” He pointed to the next portrait, titled: Bachelorette Party gif. It was a picture of Chastity and our old college friend Slavanka. They were on a street at night in party dresses with their tits out. Chastity was wearing a bachelorette sash and Slavanka was wearing a bride-to-be sash. They were posing with a royal guard in a pink uniform and bearskin cap. It almost looked like Saint Basil’s Cathedral in the background, but the colors of the onion domes seemed wrong.
I turned to Cole. “I’m not in this one. I’ve never even been to Russia. Or wherever that is.”
“Wait for it.”
I turned back and read the caption:You were relieved when you didn’t see your girl in the photos that leaked from her friend’s bachelorette party…
I took a deep breath. This was going to be fine. I hadn’t seen Slavanka in years. And I certainly hadn’t been to her bachelorette party.
A second caption appeared:…but then you saw why she wasn’t in the photo.
The frame changed and there was a redhead on her knees sucking off a guy with a camera. She turned to the camera and gave a thumbs up as cum dripped out of her mouth.
Ah! It’s me! How is this me?
The placard beneath said: Ash Cooper & Others at a Bachelorette Party, submitted by Ash Cooper.
No. No!
“Well done with that two-part caption, by the way,” said Cole. “Very creative.”
Gah!“That never happened! And why does it say I submitted it!?”
Cole laughed. “I love when you pretend to be all innocent.”
“Why are these gifs even here?!”
“It’s a preview gallery. To inspire people to make more entries. Speaking of which, shall we go back into the painting room? You apologizing to Desmond by sucking him off would make a great gif…”
Was he insane? “No! I’m not making any more filthy sex gifs!”
A tour group walked into the gif gallery.
The docent stopped near the gifs of me. “Here’s a preview of some of the hotwife themed gifs for the upcoming edition of the Onyxies. We’ve had 12 women submit a gif so far. And then there’s our most enthusiastic hotwife, Ash Cooper. She’s submitted 3…”
