Dan looked at the phone, and the message I had sent; then he looked up at me incredulous.
“Seriously?” he asked softly.
The photo on his phone showed the aftermath, cum leaking out of my gaping ravaged pussy; sweat and slime clinging to my inner thighs; it was totally obscene. Below the picture I had typed a quick message.
“You asked for this”-Shelly
I reached up and took the phone from his half limp hand, setting it back on the night stand. Turning back I looked down at his still semi rigid pole as it dripped our mixed cream onto the sheets.
“How long before that thing recharges?” I asked softly.
“About a half an hour.” Dan gave a crooked smile.
“Make it fifteen minutes and you can fuck my ass” I told him.