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Keith pulls out of you, pushing you to one side as he slides off the bed. You sprawl, savouring the afterglow, staring at him as he tucks his cock away, your legs spread and his seed oozing out of your pussy. You feel like a mess of conflicting emotions, on the one hand humiliated and degraded, on another angry with yourself for teasing him and with him for losing control, and finally deeply satisfied that you got the fucking you've been craving for weeks. Your slender fingers play over your breasts as you watch him, softly rubbing your stiff nipples.

You give a little squeak of surprise and shock when he takes his phone out of his pocket and snaps a picture of you sprawled and naked. He grins at you, holding out the phone to show you the picture, then tucking it away in a pocket.

"A little memento of the occasion," he laughs. "Now get those shoes off. I have to get back to Nicole."