Mina inspects the damage

"Oh my fucking God," Mina chortled. Izzy winced. Whatever toxic brew of emotions was bubbling in her stomach, she knew she didn't want her oh-so-pretty friend to see her like... this. But Mina was crawling closer, until she was just inches away, putting her face up to Izzy's like a curious dog. "I didn't know you had it in you, Paul. Seriously Izzy, like--what the fuck!" Her voice was gleeful. Izzy winked one eye, fearing the cum on her eyebrow would slide down into it and burn. "Seriously, girl, you wouldn't believe how you look right now. Okay, actually--" She scampered off. Her go-go boots clacked against the wooden floors, and then she came back with her phone in her hand.

Izzy's heart seized. "I--" she said, shielding her face with her hands.

"Hold still!" Mina insisted. And she did. It wasn't in her power to say no, much less her will. She let her sticky hands drop to sit on her bare thighs and tried to angle her face away from Mina's camera. Like that would preserve her dignity. She swallowed and tasted traces of Paul's cum that had gotten into her mouth. It wasn't the worst she'd ever tasted. Unconsciously, she pouted.

"Yeah, just like that!" The loud click of the simulated camera. Followed by a few more. Mina danced back and forth, making sure she got every angle to capture it in its fullest detail. At last she tapped a few times on the screen to signal the end of their little photoshoot. Then she sat back beside Izzy and presented the screen. It was worse than she thought. Most of all because she still recognized herself under all that mess. It was indisputably her, just caught after a very obviously shameful dalliance. And the blurry hints of Ward's naked legs and the shadow of his member at the edge of the frame... suggesting in no uncertain terms that the damage wasn't yet done. Yeah. This image there was going to stick with her for a very long time. She wanted someone to ask if she was okay. She knew she would say yes, and that it wasn't a lie, no matter how it bruised her pride, but she wanted it anyway. In a pinch she wouldn't even complain about Paul checking in on her.

Mina kissed the top of her head, skillfully avoiding any dollops of cum decorating her crown. "Okay, sorry!" she laughed. "I'll get out of your way, I promise! Ward, your turn."

And so it went on.