Stan

Amber saw the text was from Stan. "How the fuck did he get my number?" She realized he must have gotten ahold of her phone while she was still ****.

"How was your date?" the text read.

"Just fine," she replied. "I had a great time."

"Don't lie to me, girl. I bet I know what you're craving right now." Then, he sent her a pic of his big, hard cock.

"Motherfucker! I didn't ask you for a dick pic!"

"You didn't have to. Now, you go ahead and play with yourself thinking about Daddy's cock. Tomorrow, text me if you want the real thing."

"Fuck you!" There were no more replies, so she turned off her light and got in bed. But then, she couldn't sleep. She hated to admit it but the sight of Stan's cock had her wet as Hell. Picking up the phone, she found herself opening his picture, again. Holding the phone with her left hand, her right hand slipped into her panties and found her slit. She moaned loudly as she furiously frigged herself. And soon, the moans turned into "Stan! Stan!" until she finally came. Pulling her hand out of her panties, she brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them. She could taste a hint of Ethan's cum but in her mind, it was Stan's. Still not truly satisfied, she fell asleep dreaming of Stan fucking her.