Jack withdrew his sowhat softened penis from Eva’s vagina, admiring the mature female CEO’s voluptuous form, the thick labia slowly releasing milky sen, appearing incredibly provocative. Unable to resist, he took out his phone and snapped two close-up shots of Eva’s thighs.
Upon hearing the click of the cara, Eva opened her eyes to find Jack snapping pictures of her lower body, which caught her off guard.
She sat up quickly and reached for the phone, but Jack was on guard and evaded her grasp.
"Jack, cut it out. Delete those photos now. This isn’t a joke." Eva’s expression darkened as she extended her hand towards Jack.
She understood that Jack was just fooling around with the photos, but in the age of the internet, any accidental leak could cause her great trouble.
"It’s fine. Even if soone sees them, who’s going to know it is you?" Jack chuckled mischievously, admiring his handiwork on the phone. The more Eva fretted, the more he found the situation amusing.
"No, you need to delete those photos right now, or you can forget about coming back to my bed," Eva insisted, acknowledging Jack’s point but unwilling to take any risks.
She would never allow such private photos to be exposed; the stakes were too high.
Reluctantly, Jack gave in to Eva’s ultimatum and deleted the photos.
Deep down, he had wanted to capture a few intimate monts with Eva as keepsakes for the future. She was his first love, and their relationship was unlikely to last forever.
Jack hoped that soday, even if they went their separate ways, he could look back on those photos and reminisce about the happy tis they shared.
Seeing him looking a bit dejected, Eva sighed. "It’s not that I don’t want you to take photos, but I can’t risk anyone finding out. Do you get it? I can’t live in fear every day."
"I understand. Eva. I’m sorry." Jack apologized, realizing his actions were selfish.
"It’s fine, just rember not to do it again."
Due to Eva’s busy schedule, Jack returned ho early from work and found a woman in her thirties chatting with Aurora.
"Jack, you’re back?" Aurora called out. "Let introduce you. This is my old friend Miranda. She teaches at the high school nearby."
"Nice to et you, Miranda." Jack greeted politely.
Miranda smiled in return.
Seeing Miranda in her professional attire, black stockings, and ample bosom, Jack felt a flutter in his chest.
He quickly excused himself and retreated to his bedroom, unable to shake the feeling that he had heard the na Miranda before. After so reflection, he recalled eting Eva’s brother Matt, who had ntioned a "Miranda" while in a compromising situation. Could this be the sa person?
It seed likely.
The image of Miranda’s elegance lingered in Jack’s mind, and he couldn’t help but agree with Matt’s sentints.
Such a mature woman was undeniably alluring to young n.
The following day at work, Jack bumped into Mary.
"Ms. Grey, hello." Jack greeted, intending to pass by, but Mary blocked his path, her expression frosty.
"What’s the matter? Is everything okay?" Jack inquired as Mary shook her phone. "Did you text ?"
"What text?" Jack feigned ignorance.
"Don’t act clueless. Was it you?" Mary had been on edge due to the mysterious ssages.
"How could I? I don’t even have your number." Jack replied confidently.
"Are you sure it wasn’t you?"
"I have no idea what you’re talking about."
Jack’s convincing act managed to deceive Mary. After a mont of hesitation, she smiled. "Hey. Jack, can you do a favor?"
"What do you need?" "Could you find out if any male coworkers are spreading rumors about ? If you discover anything, please let know."
"Well..." Jack hesitated. Obviously, he didn’t want to.
"Don’t worry, I won’t ask for help for free. You want to fuck , right? Help out, and I’ll make it worth your while. Maybe we can try sothing new, too!"
Intrigued by the offer, Jack couldn’t resist.
Although he had been intimate with Mary before, he hadn’t had the chance to fully explore her ample bosom. "Okay, I’ll help."
"I’ll be waiting for your update." Mary understood that offering incentives was key to getting Jack’s cooperation, so she lightly touched his crotch through his pants.
After a mont of pleasure, Jack excused himself from Mary’s presence and soon crossed paths with Nick.
"Hey, any news from Mary? Does she suspect ?" Nick eagerly inquired as soon as he saw Jack.
"Don’t worry, even if Mary suspects , she won’t suspect you." Jack whispered before adding, "Don’t you have friends in other departnts? Ask them to discreetly snap a few photos of her. It’ll be a surprise."
"What kind of surprise? Tell more."
"Just follow my instructions, trust ."
Having seen through Mary’s motives, Jack was confident she wouldn’t escalate the situation, allowing him to take the lead.
Once Nick had left, Jack sent a text to Mary: (Are you wearing underwear today? Is your vagina already getting wet just thinking about n? Do you want all the guys in the office to lick your pussy?)
Expecting Mary to be furious, Jack was surprised when she replied after a while: [Seems like you’re the one eager to see my pussy. Want to show you?]
Shortly after, a photo ssage arrived, revealing her bare lower body, showcasing her glistening pubic hair, exuding a provocative allure.
Following the explicit image, Mary sent another ssage: (Do you like it? You wanted a taste, right? Let’s et tonight, and I’ll let you indulge.)
Grinning, Jack realized his hunch was correct: Mary was indeed trying to lure him out.
While soone less patient might have fallen for Mary’s ploy, Jack had already been intimate with her and wasn’t easily swayed. Finding the situation increasingly intriguing, Jack pondered for a mont before replying: [Mary, your vagina is too hairy. You should consider shaving it.]
After sending the ssage, Jack shifted his focus back to his work, paying no mind to his phone.
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