Mike's got questions

You struggle to look away from the picture.

"Everything alright back there?" The Uber driver asks.

"Yeah, fine." You lie.

You quickly switch off your screen, and lean back into the seat. You'll have to wait until tomorrow to talk to Jenny.

About 10 minutes pass until your phone dings with a new message.

'What's the key for ??'

You read the text, and feel the blood drain from your face.

Fuck.

'nothing' you reply, hoping he doesn't keep digging.

'ahuh'

'once I get this bitch addicted to my cock I'll just ask her myself. She's already cum on my cock 3 times.' he continues with another image attached.

This one shows Jenny looking like a bitch in heat, completely impaled on Mike cock, her pussy stretched to the limit.

She looks completely broken and lost in a sea of lust.

Her eyes rolled back, her tongue hanging out.

It's the visual you were hoping for when you tried to fuck her earlier. Mike was obviously far more successful than you.

Your key was still around her neck, like a fly on the wall in the presence of a real alpha male.

A part of you feels a little jealous. Of Mike for getting to fuck Jennys slutty body like that, or, of Jenny who was getting fucked senseless by that thick cock.

You weren't sure but either way, you felt your little clitty struggle inside its confines, trying desperately to get hard.