Page 131 of Marcello

“Mmmm.” I could almost hear her biting her lip. “I’m touching myself, by the way.”

“Outside your panties, or – ”

“Inside,” she whispered. “I’m SO wet.”

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Take a picture of it for me.”

“What?”

“Take a picture of your cock for me. I want to be able to look at it whenever I want.”

“You want a dick pic?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes. A SOLICITED dick pic,” she said humorously.

“I want one of your tits, then,” I said. “And your pussy.”

There was a pause.

“Okay. But you first.”

I dropped my pants down around my knees, then pulled up my shirt and started taking pictures – from the top, from the side, trying to make it look as big as possible. When I was satisfied, I texted her the picture.

“Just sent it.”

“Hold on – oh. My. GOD,” she moaned, and I got a little harder. “Jesus, I fit that entire THING inside me?! No wonder I’m sore!”

“Send me your pictures,” I said, my mouth dry.

“I’m sending them now.”

A few seconds later, I heard the notification, and I checked.

Jesus God.

Her face wasn’t in the shot, but she’d pulled up her bra to show off her perfectly rounded tits – and her nipples were hard.

The next picture was of her lower body only. She was lying in bed, her bare legs spread wide, her gorgeous dark bush framing a perfect rose-petal pink pussy, the lips glistening wet.

I groaned out loud. “Let’s FaceTime.”

“No,” she whispered. “I can’t.”

“You can’t because you don’t have an iPhone, or – ”

“Tell me what you do when you jerk off.”

“That’s boring.”

“It’s not boring to ME.”

“I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do the next time I see you.”

“Oh…” she said, her voice pleasantly shocked. “Okay…”

“I’m going to slowly undress you… and I’m going to take those perfect tits in my hands, and I’m going to squeeze them and caress them…”