Finally releasing me from his hug, Rob said, in a voice made slightly husky by his eager anticipation and excitement, “wait and I’ll get the camera.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, almost trembling. Anal sex He manipulated the mouse and in a moment had lists of photos displayed in thumbnail form. Rob now slid my nightie right off my shoulders, and before I knew what he was doing, had knelt alongside me holding his hard, rigid cock out towards my mouth. Occasionally Rob would peer at the computer screen – “78 views” – “such a horny bitch” – “91 views” – “would love to fuck the slut”, he read off to me each time he looked. There was the string of thumbnails at the top of the list. I protested at this proposal, but not because I didn’t want to, even though I was absolutely shocked by this latest revelation, but more because I felt that it was expected of me to show reluctance.
