Max's Perspective – The Next Morning

Max woke up early. The first thing he did was grab Jonas’s cell phone. He’d slept restlessly all night because he couldn’t stop thinking about Silke’s boob pics.

When he opened the chat, his breath caught in his throat.

Silke had sent him several new photos right away.

No long hesitation. No “Are you sure?” Just photos. Max grinned widely. This was better than expected. She was obviously open to it. And if she’d given in so quickly, then he could definitely go much further.

He scrolled through the pictures. This time they were boobs again, but in different poses—sometimes from below, sometimes with both hands underneath, sometimes with her mouth slightly open. The quality was excellent again. Max zoomed in on her nipples, examining them closely. Then he typed.

He wanted more.

“Hot… but now I want to see your pussy. Show it to me.”

He sent the message without a second thought. He was sure she’d do it. And sure enough—after a few minutes, new pictures arrived.

Max sat up straight.

The photos were amazing.

Silke had lain down and spread her legs. Her pussy was unshaven. A neat but not overly thick strip of dark, slightly wavy pubic hair ran across her mons pubis. The hair wasn’t long, but it wasn’t trimmed short either—it looked more like it had grown naturally. You could clearly make out the outer labia underneath. They were slightly darker than the surrounding skin and slightly swollen. Between the lips, she was already glistening a bit with moisture. Max could make out small, dark hairs that also ran slightly along the inner labia.

He zoomed in.

The inner labia were small and somewhat discreet, but you could see them clearly. They had a delicate, pinkish-brownish color and glistened slightly. Directly above them was a small, clearly visible clitoris. Max could even make out individual hairs curling around her labia. It didn’t look manicured or contrived, but real and hot. Like a woman who hadn’t shaved herself smooth just for someone else.

Max’s cock went hard immediately.

Then a short video played.

Silke had positioned the phone so that you could see her pussy clearly. She was lying on her back, her legs slightly spread. Using two fingers, she parted her labia and began to slowly finger herself. Max could hear how wet it sounded. With every thrust, her fingers slid deep into her pussy and came back out—glistening and wet.

She wasn’t moving her fingers particularly fast, but rather deeply and with obvious pleasure. Max could see exactly how her inner labia turned slightly outward with every thrust. Her pubic hair was already a little damp and clung slightly to her skin. Every now and then, she ran her thumb over her clit and moaned softly.

Max pulled his cock out and jerked off slowly while he played the video on repeat.

He saw everything. How her pussy closed around her own fingers. How it glistened with wetness. How her pubic hair moved slightly with every motion. How she opened her mouth slightly and moaned softly.

“Fuck…,” Max whispered.

He came hard. Cum spurted all over his hand as he watched the video over and over again.

Then he leaned back and grinned.

She was ready. More than ready.

He didn’t want just photos anymore. He wanted videos. He wanted her to really use herself for him. And he didn’t have much time left—just a few more days, then he’d be moving out of the shared apartment.

Max opened the chat again and typed:

“So hot… but now I want you to really show me your pussy. Shaved, and then a video with a vibrator where you say my name.”

He leaned back.

He already knew: She’d do it.