Stop Him

You stare at him in horror. If it wasn't bad enough that he took pictures of your fucked body, now he wants to share them with your friends!

"Stop!"

"What?" He seems shocked that you're using your manly voice.

"Delete that shit! I'm serious!"

"What? Why? No one's gonna recognize you."

"That's not the point! I'm not some stupid slut for you to bang and then brag about on Instagram!"

"But... but you lost the bet." He weakly argues.

"And we didn't have any photo clause in our bet!" You're surprised at how easy he's making this. Maybe he's not such a macho tough guy after all?

"Well, alright..." He hands you the phone. Best of all, he seems sorry enough for you to forgive him.

You blush as you delete the photos, though you can't deny that it brings back your erection. You jerk off your neglected member as you make sure to get every single picture, sighing in relief when it's all over. Exhausted, you lie down with Bob on the couch, falling asleep in his lap.