Days passed.

Days passed, and Dylan and Daisy spend the time trading text messages. By the weekend, Dylan had begun sending her pictures of his dick. Sometimes he was limp, sometimes he was hard, sometimes he had just stroked himself to climax. Daisy found all of them sexy, though she thought of the post-climax pictures as a waste. She wanted to be there. She wanted to be the one who did that to him.

In return, Daisy sent him pictures of her own. She sent him images of her naked breasts wet from a shower, or pictures of her glistening pussy held parted by her gleaming fingers. She sent him pictures of her half-lidded eyes and dazed smile, and each day she grew hornier and more desperate for his cock. An entire week passed, however, before they saw each other again.

After trading multiple pictures, Dylan finally convinced Daisy to leave work on her lunch break and meet him. Living in a small town, Daisy had to drive to a larger town nearby to work. Dylan agreed to meet her in that larger town. They met at a nearby grocery store and parked near the back, where they were unlikely to be caught. Dylan was there waiting when Daisy arrived, and she rolled to a stop beside him with her window down and a smile on her face. When Dylan climbed from the car, her heart began to hammer.

Dylan’s long, lanky frame filled her passenger window as he leaned in with a grin. He looked handsome to her, and he seemed cocky. “Daisy? Good to see you again! I was wondering when you’d come crawling…”

“Yadda-yadda, Dylan. We ain’t got time to shoot the shit. Get your dick and the rest of you in here or get out. I only have so much time on my lunch break.”

Daisy nearly burst out laughing to see Dylan suddenly go wide-eyed and quiet. He obeyed, joining her in her car and undoing his pants immediately once inside. Even limp, his dick was impressive, longer and thicker than her husband and swelling rapidly to boot. By a look at it, Daisy wagered him to be nearly as large as her largest ex already, and her pussy ached to feel him again.

“Well, well,” Daisy purred, licking her lips as she watched him grow. The thick flavor of his semen returned as a memory, and suddenly she wanted to throat him just as much as she wanted to mount him and have him force open her cervix. She smiled. “That is a sight for sore eyes!”

Dylan grinned and wagged his dick at her. It amused him to see his ex’s mother following the movement of his dick with her eyes. “You like it,” he asked, holding his cock steady and stroking himself.

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