Liza's cell phone

Despite her thorough search, Emma couldn't find so much as a stem. No wonder the slut was trashed off her ass when she showed up. Emma was just about to cancel the search altogether, when something shiny slipped out onto the floor. It was Liza's phone! That could prove quite useful. Scrolling through the contacts list, Emma made sure to copy down anyone important. Namely, anyone Liza didn't want to see her naked body dripping with cum and scribbled with marker.

**** was clearly on Emma's mind, and a gleeful grin stretched across her pretty face as she snapped picture after picture of the snoozing slut. But in her eagerness, she hadn't disabled the sound! After a few noisy clicks and bright flashes, Liza was slowly beginning to stir. "Whozzit wha?"

Sitting up wasn't easy for the brunette, she had been out pretty deep. But as she feebly attempted to rub the sleep from her eyes, it became clear to her that something was wrong. Everything felt sore, not to mention sticky. The last thing she had remembered was Emma opening the door and inviting her in. Suddenly, Liza realized she was naked, and her hands instinctively tried to cover her cum-coated mounds, to little success, the juicy flesh just spilled around her fingers.
"What happened?" she asked, sounding concerned, but still groggy.

Taking that as her queue, Emma sat up just enough for Liza to see her there, while keeping her secret hidden. Already the blood was flowing south again, it was almost time for the next round. "This happened," Emma announced proudly, showing off the scandalous pictures. For once, Liza looked absolutely speechless.

"Holy shit, who did this?" The grungy slut looked down at her own body in shock, she hadn't noticed the the messages scrawled across her flesh. "And isn't that my phone?"

Emma could have played along all day, if not for the aching in her loins, it was time to make this bitch an offer she couldn't refuse. "Actually, it's my phone now, and I did this to you." Liza was just opening her mouth to reply when Emma made her stand, rising up off the floor to display her mostly erect shaft. The other girl's mouth flopped open with disbelief. "I know, it surprised me too, but I'm starting to like it now. The only problem is, I need someone to use it on, and unless you want everyone you know to see what a whore we both know you are, I'd say you're that someone, slut." Emma's tone was quite matter-of-fact, as if she was explaining something as simple as why the sky was blue. Liza on the other hand, looked to be on the verge of tears.