Show Mindy pics of ‘Amber’

I pull out my phone and open an album for that night, then hand it to Mindy. She takes it hesitantly, giving me a side-eye.

{if doug_deal = true}She looks at the phone in stunned silence, staring at the enthusiastic selfie that ‘Amber’ had taken with my raging cock in the foreground, casting a shadow across her face. Mindy looks at the image for a while.

She hesitantly swipes to the other image. It is the gorgeous shot of Kaitlyn blissed-out on my cock, covered in a sheen of sweat, her tits and hair caught in motion as she is riding me in the glow of fogged-over windows. Mindy touches her own neck unconsciously.

{elseif doug_deal = false}Mindy stares in stunned silence at the picture of ‘Amber’ laying on her back with limp limbs after a hard fucking and orgasm on my ottoman.

The next one is of Kaitlyn posing happily for me a few minutes after she had recovered from the fucking. Her wild red hair, perky tits and bright green eyes on display.

The third is of Kaitlyn’s proud, cum-covered face, slick head of my cock in the foreground. Mindy stares intently for a while, touching her own face unconsciously.

{elseif mc_pimp = false}Mindy looks in stunned silence at the picture of ‘Amber’ bent over the edge of my bed, fucked senseless with cream running down her thighs.

The next is a picture of Kaitlyn kneeling, looking up at me. Her red hair clinging to her sweaty forehead. Her big green eyes and satisfied smile showing how good she felt about the treatment I’d given her.

The third shot is in the same position, this time her hair, nose and lips are coated with my cum, with part my cock visible at the bottom of the frame. Mindy stares intently for a while, touching her own face unconsciously.

{else}Mindy swipes through the intimate images of what I did to ‘Amber’ in stunned silence for several minutes. She touches her cheek while studying the state I left Kaitlyn in.

{endif}

Finding no more, she hands the phone back. Her expression is hard to read, like she is conflicted by what she has just seen. Her face is flushed, and she is too distracted to notice the progress I’ve made while she stared at those images. The dark part of me loves knowing that Mindy has seen those pictures and won’t be able to unsee them, ever. I feel a familiar throb in my loose shorts.

“Believe me now?” I ask.

“I guess so,” she admits, then clears her throat. “She is gorgeous....” Mindy trails off. She seems to be staring straight through the table. “Do you usually...take pictures of your dates?”

“If they are into it. Sometimes they ask me to send them to them, too. I find looking at the pictures in my...private time to be highly arousing.”

“I bet...” she says quietly. She blinks off whatever was on her mind then she takes a long sip from her margarita. She slowly refocuses and starts fingering some puzzle pieces.