He studied the picture on his screen.
There was no doubting what it was.
Wet pussy. He could almost smell the arousal.
His groin twitched in recognition and he could hear the memory of her voice down the phone as she came.
His mobile rang.
His wife. The guilt of that mental infidelity burned a hole into his soul.
****
In amongst his computer’s photo folders, he found it.
The picture he had taken as she lay spreadeagled on the bed.
Her sopping wet gash of flesh ready to receive.
And he had bottled it.
Despite their best endeavours, he had remained physically slack and limp.
He pressed delete and moved swiftly along.
****
Looking down at her, he wanted to film the reaction.
She was lying underneath him 69ing.
The frenetic activity of her slurping tongue causing an equal and opposite reaction in the exposed cunt below him.
He watched the little frothy bubbles surroud her clit and fill her labia.
Her slippery juices dripping down to join those around the opening of her vagina.
The fact that this could happen as a result of the pleasure she got from sucking his cock?
Priceless.
He dived in and buried his face in the puddle.
His wet pussy.
Gulp. (this comment was a little too short!)
Gulp is probably the most fitting response :)
Or lick xx (although they still claim my comment is too short)
Ah, Jack, he certainly did this weekend :)