Check the texts

You're ready to cum again, but you don't know if your body will let you. You're still imagining Angie's body, heaving, glistening in sweat and cum, angrily looking at her shirt circuiting phone and wondering, "does rice soak up pussy juice?" Followed closely by "again?"

Then there's another text. And you realize the phone call ended. And it's not just one text, it's several and the last text was a voice recording. Just thinking about Jane and getting gangbanged makes you feel jealous and hurt and turned on and ... And you realize you meant every thing you said while making her little sister cum, while Jane and her fuck friends used your girlfriend as a cum dump.

You look at your text screen and you see the last picture, and it's a pussy...Jane's? Probably? Hopefully? And it's absolutely getting railed by a black cock the size of your arm. You can see her belly bulging between her pelvis and her belly button and there's still 6 inches of dick outside of her.

You fucking near cum. You can imagine the sounds that sloppy fuck hole is making. You can see that there's no glistening pussy juice on the shaft. That's as deep as she can take it.

That's as deep as she can take it, so far...

Your hand is still flexing on your meat and you spit on it again before opening...