He despised himself for being stupid. It's one thing to feel stupid, quite another for being so.
He can barely work a computer, nor a cell phone, on the latter he was getting some help.
Looking over her shoulder, she swiped different logos from two different screens, moving them to his homepage. Her finger moved quickly, his eyes hard pressed to keep up.
"Do you have any photos in your gallery yet?"
"Just some flowers from my back yard, you don't want to look at them, they came out blurry."
He hoped his voice sounded normal, not guarded, hiding something. He didn't and she knew it.
A lovely fragrance of flowers and berries, honey too, warmed by the sun, had his nose edging closer to her hair. He suddenly wondered if his breath smelled. Did it reek?
"Do you have any breath mints?"
"In the glove compartment of my car."
Her breath froze in her chest. Her eyes moved as fast as her finger, looking at 15 nude photos of himself.
Her first impulse, followed by she couldn't, back to her first, she should, she did. Her finger moved with the speed of an android. By the time he got back from her car, happily sucking on two mints, not worrying about his breath, she had all 15 photos sent to her cell.
Laying on her stomach, resting on her elbows, her eyes rich in color, going through each photo, zoomed to the max size her phone would allow.
She liked the soft look, about three inches long, the shaft and cap void of color, resting against a thatch of blonde hairs. Every few seconds her tongue licked her lips, wishing she could take him into her mouth, feel it harden and grow on her tongue.
Her two favorites, she named before, after. Before is a full hard on, her guess was seven inches, maybe three inches wide. She rolled over onto her back, a cool breeze touched her stiff nipples. The cap, bright in color. Shaft, hard, so many thick veins her tongue wanted to explore.
She contracted deep inside, her fingers moving over her lips, soaked from her oils. Her other hand pulled up the after photo, thick streams of cum trailed down the back of his fingers. He clicked just as a long rope of cum shot out of his cock. The photo somehow caught the strength of his orgasm, his cum looked like it was jetting out of his slit.
Her dry fingers fumbled with her phone, trying to bring up the before photo.
There it is, zoomed, counting the veins bulging through the skin.
Her breathing is rapid. She feels him, arms possessively around her, his body smashing down on her's, his cock fucking her hard, deep, fast. She is whispering fuck me as his thick spear spreads her open, splashing in her flood. His body smothers her's, faster, deeper, harder into her.
Her phone slips out of her fingers, it's light glows on the bed. Her hand squeezes her breast, nipple like a chipped diamond. Fuck me! Please!
She shakes on her bed, her self induced orgasm quakes inside her body, releasing waves of pleasure. No more words slip past her lips, only sounds of want, deep from her body. No one can translate, but do we really need to?
Still, breathing calming, still a twitch as her fingers softly rub swollen lips, saturated now.
Four miles away.
At first he was embarrassed, he saw the sent box on his phone. Every naked selfie was sent to her phone. His cheeks burned red, knowing she is seeing him fully naked. Later, after thinking about it. She must have liked what she saw, why else would she send them to herself?
His hand shook, keeping the camera on his cock as his other hand pumped it. This wasn't a photo session though. He's filming himself, gasping as a single pearl fills his opening slit. He starts oozing cum, thick as syrup, forced out faster from the large amount in him wanting escape. It slithers down his fingers, dripping into his hair. His groan is inhuman, a sound expected in the night. He shoots rope after rope into the air, raining down onto his body. His thighs shake as his hips pump, cum all over, looking like melted ice cream.
He'll look up how to send videos later.