Let the mystery texter decide

Even as you lay over Lucy’s back, your cock slowly deflating and leaving a small trail of your cum over her legs as it slides down, you watch in amusement as Lucy reaches out for her phone.

“Say thank you from me, won’t you” you request of Lucy.

“Oh I will,” she responds, “but don’t think you have finished yet, it’s only over when they tell us its over.” She turns her head slightly to smile back at you, then adds, “or when you can’t get it up anymore old man.”

Before you can think of a good retort, she is again tapping away on the phone, and from your position on top of her and looking over her shoulder, this time you can read what she is typing.

“Been taken like dog, he filled me with cum, jst laying on floor, what nxt?” You watch as she presses SEND, and then the name of the other person comes up, but to your slight disappointment, it simply says “TEASER”, giving you no indication if its male or female.

You realise you are almost holding your breath as you lay there watching the phone for a reply, and looking down, you sense Lucy is the same, your next move being dictated by whoever is sending these messages to her.

A series of beeps brings you out of your thoughts as you look back at the phone. Lucy’s fingers slide across the keyboard to open it, and you both read the next message together…