Unwillingly, at first.

After over a minute of silence, Jesse's longing for the picture turned into worry. "Kristi? Are you there?" You ask, trying to reassure yourself about her presence. Maybe she's just silent? "You don't have to send the picture if you don't want I won't-"

His sentence was stopped midway through by a message notification sound. He took the phone away from his ear, clicked on the screen and saw the picture he was sent.

There was only one word that could describe his current interlocutor. Perfect. She was kneeling, wearing a gray sweater and a blue skirt. One of her hands was partly covering her face, fingers making a V sign. Her top clothing was rolled up, revealing her huge, bare breasts, her big, hard cock peeking from under her skirt. Jesse drooled a bit before putting the phone back to his ear. "You're great Kristi! Truly perfect! Everything about this image is perfect."

She sighed and giggled. "Thank you, Jesse. Could I get a picture of you as a reward?" Her voice alone was turning him on more than any porn.

"Anything for you, Kristi." The boy responded without thinking about the shot itself. How should he pose? Should it be safe for work or not? "Any wishes when it comes to details?"

"As long as you're creative, I'll be happy." She already sounded more than happy, will she be okay when he sends her a picture of yourself? Will he even send her anything?