Mr. Janes (Chapter 2)

Jessica moved like a ghost though her house, her head still swimming. She was home alone. She made her way to her bed and dropped into it. Her mind drifted, thinking about Mr. Janes. His cock in her mouth and buried in her pussy. It made her squirm. She mindlessly reached between her legs, slipping her fingers into her jeans and rubbing herself through her panties. They were still soaked, and she winced as she felt her sore pussy. God was he big. She unzipped her jeans and slipped them off. She played with herself through the fabric of her soft panties, purposely teasing herself. She arched her back and moaned, sitting up and stripping her shirt and bra off. Mr. Janes had made her cum harder than she had in a very long time. But she needed more.

She laid back own, sliding her panties down and off and rubbing her clit. She lost herself, fingers sliding in and out of her well-fucked cunt, toying with her clit using her thumb. The sound of her phone vibrating broke her concentration. Relunctantly, she grabbed it and saw a text from a number not in her phonebook.

‘Have fun?’ She had a pretty good idea of who it was. She smiled and texted back.

‘Mmm yes. Still am…” She reached back to her pussy and her phone vibrated again.

‘Show me.’ She bit her lip. She thought about what he’d told her. Slowly, she raised her phone up, supporting her perfect breasts under her arm, and snapped a picture. She sent it to him, and went back to playing with herself, now even hornier. A minute later, her phone vibrated again.

‘More.’ She fidgeted a little. She looked down at herself, and finally raised her phone again. She closed here eyes and slipped two fingers inside herself, and snapped a picture of her entire body and sent it, adding the text ‘Better?’

A couple minutes later, he texted her back.