


I loved knowing that Mr. Smith was away from his wife, working in another state. It made me feel closer to him, more connected. He would ask me to send him pictures in my underwear, and I was always willing to oblige.
I would stand in front of the camera, smiling and posing for him. I liked knowing that he was looking at my pictures, that he was getting turned on thinking about me. I felt powerful, desired.
One day, he asked me to send him a particular photo, one that showed me in pink underwear, with a message that said 'I want you'. I laughed and said yes, I would send it to her.
I put on my pink underwear, put on my makeup and combed my hair. I stood in front of the camera, smiling and posing for him. I sent him the photo, with the message he had asked for.
A minute later, I received a message from him. 'You're beautiful,' he would say to me. 'I can't wait to see you again and fuck you hard.' I smiled, knowing I had turned him on.
We kept texting each other, talking about what we would do when he came back. He told me that he loved me, that he wanted me. I felt wanted.
Finally, the day came. He went back to the city, and we met in a hotel. he fucks me without a condom SO STRONG AND CRUDE! we made love like there was no tomorrow. I felt alive, wanted. I knew it was on the sly, but I didn't care. I wanted to enjoy every moment with him.❤️🙊