Page 12 of Silver Fox Daddies

(775) 375-6825: Sweetheart? We hope we didn’t scare you off.

I click on the message notification as it pings through, and select the mirror selfie.

Send.

Delivered.

Read.

All in the space of two seconds.

(775) 375-6825: Oh, sweetheart. You are a vision.

(775) 375-6825: We’re gonna be fighting over you.

(775) 375-6825: Show us how wet you are. Tease us even more.

Fuck. My pussy has never throbbed like this before. Lying back in the bath, I spread my legs and tease my clit, a moan accidently slipping from my mouth. I’m so horny for them I could faint, although I’m pretty sure I’m already heading that way from the amount of booze I’ve consumed tonight.

(775) 375-6825: We’re all stroking our cocks thinking about you.

(775) 375-6825: We hope you’re tending to your pussy.

Me: I wont all of u to make me cumm.

(775) 375-6825: We can arrange that, sweetheart.

Desire ripples through me. I spread my legs even further, splaying them over the edges of the bathtub. I stick a finger inside. Shutting my eyes, I imagine it’s one of their dicks.

The thought urges me to add a second.

Ping!

1 video attachment.

Here we go.

My fingers slip over the screen, rushing to open the attachment as quickly as possible.

It doesn’t disappoint. They weren’t lying when they said they were stroking their dicks. They each glide their hands over their lengths, moaning.

It might just be the best thing my ears have ever heard.

Their moans harmonize into a symphony.

Oh my fucking god.

I reopen the camera, hit record, and prepare to send a video back, inserting the phone between my legs to give them a close-up.

Sober brain reappears briefly.

Did I lock the door?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

My heart rate plummets, banging like a drum. It’s all I can hear.

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