She does!

Emma doesn’t respond for the longest half a minute ever, and you suddenly wonder whether you’ve pushed it too far.

Then your phone buzzes cheerfully, and another picture downloads.

This time it’s Emma, holding up her fingers for inspection like she’s trying on a ring. It looks perfectly decent to begin with… until you spot the long, shiny streaks of wetness running down her fingers.

You barely have time to process that before another image pops up. In this one, Emma’s sucking two of her fingers innocently, staring at you as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

‘jesus, Emma,’ you type back; it’s a bit harder, this time, since one hand has slid automatically under the covers to your cock. ‘fucking nice one.’

She just sends back a winking face, which does a little animated flip as you gaze at it.

Then your phone buzzes again.

‘your turn. truth or dare?’

Well, there aren’t that many dares you can do when you’re lying in a hospital bed. ‘truth,’ you say instead. ‘hit me, go on.’

Another pause, while Emma deliberates…