Toby thinks about Kimberly

I laid in my bed, studying the picture on my phone in my one hand. In the other I held her gifted spandex boxers wrapped around my cock. The dirty skank had let me bust all over her tits, and then rewarded me with her clothing and a picture at her own volition? Kimberly’s soft fabric felt wonderful against my skin as I rubbed it up and down, almost tickling myself with it. At first I wanted to preserve it like a trophy, but I couldn’t control myself. Kimberly was just too wonderful. Now I had something of hers and the visuals to make the experience even more fulfilling.

She treated me so well. Even now, unknowingly. Or… perhaps she knew. Why else would she give me her underwear? Did Kimberly want me to jerk off? She said as much when she watched me in the bathroom. And then she sent me that picture of her ass… God, she wanted it bad. I knew it.

“Oh, Kimberly,” I whispered out in my room.

I bucked shortly after, soiling Kimberly’s underwear with my spunk. I tried to suppress my grunts, so in a series of grunts and coughs I shot my sperm inside her panties. Oh Lord how I wished she was here to see how much she made me cum. How good she made me feel.

The effort made me so sleepy. “Damn, Kimberly. You’re wearing me out. I’m spent,” I thought, shortly after I passed out.