yes, Kyle

My cock throbs as I click on Kyle's name. I remember the name from Heathers couple stories about her EX-boyfriend. She always said he was not good for her and only really had two good traits, though she never told me what they are. Clicking on the first thumbnail my breath catches. He is at least double my size and I can't help but wonder if that was one of the traits she was talking about.

My fingers tremble slightly as I scroll through the folder, each new image sending another wave of heat through my body. Kyle is everything I'm not tall, broad-shouldered, with thick arms and a chiseled torso that tapers to narrow hips. His smile is easy, confident, his eyes bright with the self-assurance of a man who's always gotten what he wants.

My finger tremble as I scroll through the pictures. In the pictures of them together she is clearly loving it and moaning. My heart races as I get to a picture of her being fucked in just knee-high socks. It is mostly surprising since we have always used condoms as she said she does not like cum and is too scared of getting pregnant. But there he was, his huge cock buried inside of Heathers pussy bare. In the next photo she looks up smiling at him her face covered in cum as she sucks the head of his cock

The photos span several months nearly a year before jumping a few months ahead. I know Heather mentioned they had broken up but still saw each other a few times after they broke up.

It's clear they were really into each other and had great chemistry even if it was only sexual. My cock throbs and a few times for an unknown reason I find myself mouth open and drooling. "well one folder left... but do I really want to see more" I ask myself quietly in a husky voice.