Ellie's number

"I want your phone number."

Ellie whined but her hand didn't stop stroking her cock.

Aiden nodded. "Good girl. Give him your number."

She hesitated a moment, then rattled off her number. He typed it into his phone, then said, "hold on a second, I need a profile photo for you. Move your hand, and hold your skirt out of the way."

She was already obeying by the time his meaning sunk in, and Ellie blushed deep crimson as he took a photo of her exposed hard cock. "Perfect," he said. "I'll send it to you." He looked back down at her twitching cock. "You can start again."

Reflexively, Eleanor grabbed her dick again, more horny than embarrassed. She stroked, feeling herself approach her peak. Then the man smirked and looked past her to Aiden. "I don't think you should let her finish tonight," he said, then was gone.