Yuko was still there, still resting, still trusting me enough to let her guard down. The contrast was brutal—Julie's raw, desperate hunger versus the quiet fragility of the woman in front of me. The silence in the room had shifted again, thick with tension, with choice.
The phone felt heavy in my hand as I locked it, my pulse pounding in my ears. But I couldn't resist. I pulled it out again, my fingers trembling with the need to give Julie exactly what she craved—a reaction she wouldn't forget.
With a slow, deliberate motion, I unzipped my pants, freeing my cock. It was already rock-hard, throbbing with need, the head swollen and dripping with pre-cum.
I gripped the base, giving it a slow stroke as I angled my phone to capture every thick, veiny inch of me. The camera flashed, freezing the image of my cock in all its glory—glistening, hungry, ready to claim her. My fingers flew over the screen as I typed, my voice rough with lust:
