But that was where I stopped, leaving myself straining and eager, as I re-read her first story and wrote out the feedback she’d asked for. It was overwhelming, I didn’t know where to begin… But neither could I deny how phenomenally thoughts of her pleasuring my cock had just made me cum! There wasn’t really anything wrong with it, I eventually decided. I sighed audibly with relief as I was finally able to sit down with my laptop that night, and saw the notification of her message waiting. I sat back against my headboard, thinking as I recovered—I rolled out of bed and dropped to the floor, doing a quick twenty push-ups to make my chest and biceps pop. she replied almost instantly. I grabbed my phone and moved over to the wall, snapping a few quick selfies in emulation of her own. I wrote her a message telling her how much I’d just enjoyed her babysitter story, as well as her profile picture, and that fair being fair I figured that meant she was entitled to see one of me in exchange. And not only had my mystery girl thanked me for the compliments, but she’d given out a few of her own—she’d even flirtatiously bemoaned the fact that the picture had cut off where it did!
