Take a selfie

Mara leaned against the kitchen counter, breathing slowly. Her fingers, sticky with cum, hovered uncertainly. The heavy satisfaction of orgasm pulsed through her borrowed limbs, leaving her feeling both drained and alive. “That felt so good,” she whispered softly in John's low voice. “This body... I want to know more about it.”

She lifted John’s arm and pressed her nose into the armpit, inhaling the musky scent. The raw smell filled her borrowed senses with intimacy. Only then did a bold idea spark. With her slightly trembling hand she picked up his phone and opened the camera. She angled the phone downward and grabbed her borrowed cock firmly, squeezing it in her palm to show its softening length and the sticky residue. Mara tapped the screen. The flash went off. She sent the photo straight to her own phone. The message delivered with a soft ping. “Sent,” she whispered faintly, eyes fixed on the glowing image.

For a moment, a sharp thrill flickered through her. The sight of John’s body caught like that felt raw and forbidden. But the warmth faded quickly. Reality pressed in heavier than his shoulders. She stared at the mess still on her fingers and the sent photo. A heavy feeling began to settle in her chest. This was her friend. Someone she liked. The thought sat there, as the guilt came slowly. Her borrowed heart beat faster. The weight of what she had just done sat thick in her stolen body, making everything feel wrong.

Mara's thoughts linger as she stares at the sticky cum on her hand and the sent selfie still bright on the screen. The earlier excitement had soured, leaving only a tight, uneasy knot deep in her chest.