Page 22 of Our Secret to Keep

Nate

And your tits. I miss those, too.

Samantha

Bad boy

Nate

You have no idea.

Samantha

I kinda do.

After that, she sends me a full nude so I can see everything. She even zoomed in on her pussy, which looks wet. Now, my cock is rock hard and tenting my sweats.

Nate

Fuck me.

Samantha

You can do that all weekend if you want. I don’t have to work.

Nate

Yes, I want. Your pussy is mine.

Samantha

No River this weekend?

Nate

Yeah, my bad. Riv will be here, too. We want to try DVP. Are you still down?

Samantha

Sure. I’m game.

Nate

That’s my girl.

Samantha

I have to go. So, I’ll leave you with this…

She sends me a close-up of her fingers stuffed into her tight, wet pussy, cum sticking to her skin.

“Jesus, fuck,” I mutter. “This girl is killing me.”

River sits on the bed beside me, leaning over my shoulder. “I don’t see the point in sexting.”

He doesn’t see the point in talking to the girls either. This is my job. River won’t give them his phone number, which is understandable. He also makes me deal with the NDAs and all the legal shit. It’s a small price to pay.

“What?” I laugh. “You don’t like sexting? How old are you, ninety?”

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