Forget about the photos for now

After much internal debate, I decided that my best course was just to put the photos out of my mind and move on. At least for now. As much as I wanted to see more of Morgan's girlfriend, I just met him ten minutes ago. I could not trust him with pictures of me having sex.

Eventually we finished the meeting, made plans to meet up for the party and I headed back to my room. I sat down on the bed and started watching television. That's when I got my next message.

*Jill says sorry about the photos. She just naturally takes photos of everything all the time.

*She will delete them if you want.

A wave of relief washed over me. She was seemingly willing to delete them and hopefully prevent them from getting distributed to the world via the internet. That was fucking amazing news.

Then again, Jill was Andi's friend, and Andi for some reason liked me and wanted my cock. If I demanded the photos be deleted, I would appear uncool and maybe a bit of a prude.

I scrolled back to the photos and opened one. I quickly found myself getting hard at the image of Andi riding my face. Fuck, if I was so worried about them, why hasn't I deleted them myself?