Page 71 of Sin With Me

In the first picture, she’s wearing a long white t-shirt that’s slid over her delicate shoulder, exposing the long expanse of her neck. The bottom hem is pulled up just a fraction at her hip by a clenched fist, giving me a peek at the creamy skin beneath.

It’s sexy and understated. A complete opposite of the slut I just had my cock inside.

The next photo is in the same position, but she’s wearing a naughty schoolgirl outfit that shows off more of her body. I get what Chase meant when he talked about her skin. It’s fair with a perfect golden tan, making random freckles and moles on her body pop.

“Dude,” my best friend groans. “I came so hard when she posted that one.”

I fake-gag, shooting him a dark look. “Dude. There are some things I don’t need to know.”

He waggles his brows, completely uncaring. With a scoff, I turn back to the phone.

I vaguely take note that in each picture, there’s something dark blocking the background. Maybe a blanket or sheet. That paired with the fact that she pointedly keeps her face out of the shots makes me grin.

The girl’s hiding in plain sight. Keeping her identity hidden while her body’s boldly on display, knowing her subscribers don’t give a shit who she is beyond the fantasy she’s painting.

And paint she does. Like some kind of world-renowned artist, she creates.

Every photo shows a bit more skin, a bit more bravery, telling a story.

An oversized t-shirt. The almost nervous way she touches her own body. It’s practically virginal.

A short silky robe that’s parted at her tapered waist, exposing a hint of her cream colored matching panties and bra. Barely anything is showing, but with one finger placed gingerly over the curve of her breast, I feel it.

She’s learning her body. Exploring. Growing more in tune with her own sensuality with every gentle touch.

The next one is the same outfit, but she’s turned the opposite way and lost her bra. The silk is fully open, pooling just above her ass in a sexy sweep. All I can see is her exposed back, golden-tan skin fully on display. There’s nothing raunchy about it. It’s more like art than anything.

A nurse's costume complete with a mini skirt, white bra and stethoscope hanging loosely around her chest.

She’s finding her dark side.

Some scrap of lingerie resembling an angel outfit that’s at complete odds with the way her small hand is buried between her luscious thighs. Her back is bowed, her head tipped back, telling the viewer she’s mid-orgasm without words.

She’s finding her pleasure.

A black lace bra and panty set.

Then red.

Thongs. Boy shorts. Heels. Bare feet.

She’s stunning in every way.

I find myself enraptured by her. Not just her alluring, sexy curves, but the graceful way she bends. The delicate way she touches herself. The teasing strokes. The arch of her neck. The way tiny tendrils of light colored hair spill over her shoulders, tickling her soft skin.

She’s beautiful.

“So hot,” Chase groans, peeking over my shoulder as he palms his denim-covered dick. “Keep going. Her tits are in the next one.”

I roll my eyes. Jesus. He’s memorized her feed. But I say nothing and scroll, anyway.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my previously irritated cock pulsing in my jeans. It’s then I realize I’m rock fucking hard and leaking in my boxers.

In this photo, she’s wearing nothing at all. The first thing I notice is her body. The curves I’d previewed before are just as I’d imagined, my brain filling in the gaps her clothes created.

The girl’s tits are large enough that I know they’d overflow in my big hands. Her nipples are dusty pink little rosebuds, hardened in pleasure.

Her waist is small but natural, showing off a sexy as fuck roll above her hips. Her smooth skin is rippling with feminine curves below her belly button, leading down to a cleanly shaven cunt that’s fully on display because her thick thighs are spread wide, granting everyone—granting me—a perfect view of the dildo buried deep inside her.

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