A frustrating morning.

I wake up, absolutely aching. The sun peering through the still half closed curtains. The deep frustration low in my gut ever present, the night prior still burning in my brain. The door to the bedroom opens and Vi steps in gingerly, nothing but a towel wrapped around her body. She skips across the room silently as she bends over, unknowingly giving me a perfect look at her glistening pussy and ass.

I stare. Mouth agape. Cock throbbing.

I just lie there, perfectly still, not wanting her to become self-conscious. Ha. Like that's even possible anymore.

I watch her wiggle her hips as she pulls tight blue jeans past the round of her ass. clipping her green bra behind her back before adjusting the way her full tits sit in the undergarment. She pulls a form fitting, long sleeved, leaf green mock neck sweater. She pulls a grey short jacket over her shoulders. She looks over at me with a knowing grin.

"It's so cute how hard you get when I do nothing but get changed." She gracefully steps over to the side of the bed and leans over to kiss me deeply on the lips.

She pulls back and meets my eyes, our noses mere inches away, her hand reaches down and gently grabs my cock through the blanket. "Hmmm. Poor cuck. So hard and so ****"

I groan.

"Too bad I have to get to class." She shrugs and steps back, walks around the bed and grabs her bag. "You'll have to handle that yourself if you want some relief."

I groan and throw my head back filled with frustration.

"Oh is that so?" I look up, her eyes dark. Unimpressed. "Rude boys should be punished. Don't touch yourself for the day. Actually." She pauses. "Until I say so."

She opens the bedroom door and looks over as she lugs the bag onto her shoulders. "Laters babe. I love you." She winks before closing the door.

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I feel like I haven't moved. I got up to shower, I ate, and then I got straight into bed. Day offs are amazing. I play my Steam Deck as the noon sun glares through the window.

My phone buzzes and I take a quick glance at the phone screen.

Vi <3
1 Media.

I open it up and my eyes roll and de-focus for a moment as I bite my knuckle.

Vi is holding her phone up, standing in what looks like one of the bathrooms in the university. Her shirt pulled up, scrunched above her supported tits. Her face scrunched teasingly, her tongue out playfully.

My cock stirs easily and I start to type out a response.

"Oops. Sorry Erik. That wasn't meant for you. It's pretty hot though isn't it?"

My left hand shoots below the covers, my hand wraps around my cock, I slowly stroke, completely on autopilot. I respond. "What? Who else would you send that too?"

My phone buzzes in my hand, her response is short, its cruel. "Not your business. I'll show myself off as I see fit"

I grit my teeth and let out a small vocal grunt as I pump my hand around my cock.

My phone buzzes again and I let out a straggled groan. The previous night, this morning, the texts. I cum into my hand, my hand covered in semen, I pushed the blanket off me just in time. I pant heavily and look at the photo again.

Vi has her legs parted. She's pulled down the jeans and her fingers spread her pussy, her tits still out on display, Her eyes are alluring and inviting. My phone buzzes.

"I sent this one and a few other as well. Don't forget you're the one that wanted me to be a whore."