Cultural Exchange 2 - First Impressions (Patreon)

"The trip is still six months away; you can still raise more money, and we have enough time to gather the remaining. We're not setting a number, but if you keep working as hard as you have, we'll cover whatever you're missing for the trip," Dad said.

"Just no shady activities online, dear, please," Mom said.

"Got it, no feet pics to weirdos," I said and couldn't help but think that I would have at least one customer ready to buy them.

We all laughed at the remark and finished talking about the specifics.

Later that day Marcos showed up at the house. My heart started pounding the moment I heard his voice. From my window I could see him and Dad settling in the backyard; it was their favorite spot.

I started walking out of the room when I saw my feet, covered by sneakers. I went back and changed into flip-flops and walked downstairs to greet my benefactor.

As soon as he saw me, he stood up and hugged me tight. When he let go of me, I looked down at my feet, and he followed my gaze, noticing how I wiggled my toes for him. He gave me a sly smile but said nothing.

I wanted so badly to be near him and hear his voice, talk to him, and find out what he had done to change my Dad's mind, but there was no way I could pull it off without raising suspicions from Dad; I never spend too much time with them.

"I'll leave you two; I'll be in my room, planning my trip," I said and started to leave.

"What? No goodbye hug?" Marcos said. The hairs on my whole body stood up as I heard him ask for it.

I turned around and hugged him again, and he whispered in my ear, "Look under the bathroom sink."

I let go of him, and Dad gave me a questioning look; I just shrugged as if I didn't know what that was about.

When I opened the cabinet under the sink, there was a silver plastic bag with no markings on it. I picked it up, and it felt heavy. I was about to examine its contents, but my Dad's and Marcos' laughter stopped me.

I rushed to my room holding the bag tightly. When I got there I locked myself in and threw the contents of the bag onto my bed.

There were three things, all wrapped as if they were birthday presents.

I opened the largest one; it had a box that contained a pink dildo. Or rather, a vibrator. It wasn't too big in size, but it advertised having many speeds and rotary massages, whatever that meant. I took it out and turned it on; it started wriggling and vibrating, and it startled me. I ended up throwing it on the bed, where it continued its weird dance.

I picked the toy up and turned it off. While looking for a manual inside the box, I found a small sticky note that read, "New boyfriend, his name is Marc."

I turned it on again and played around with the buttons. I found a way to make it just vibrate lightly and grabbed it tightly with both hands. I had no trouble wrapping my fingers around it, but it was long enough for me to hold it with both hands without being completely covered.

I placed the toy between my legs, over my pants, and grabbed the second gift. That was more of an envelope; when I opened it, I found a package that read "Halloween costume." It was a French maid outfit, similar to the one I had shown Marcos, with a tiny top that I was sure wouldn't fit my huge melons and a micro skirt that I would never wear to a Halloween party. It had no underwear; I guess I would have to provide that. On the back of the package there was another note that said, "In case you want to wear a uniform while cleaning my house."

I tossed it aside, and while I reached out for the third gift, the vibrator hit something in my crotch, and I moaned as I felt it vibrate at the right angle. I stayed in that awkward position enjoying the highly inappropriate gift Marcos had given me.

I eventually grabbed the third gift. It was a small box that felt too light. I tore the wrapping paper and found a transparent plastic box; it was empty and had a note on top: "In case you want to get caught cleaning." Just as the thought of getting caught in Marcos' home naked cleaning came to my mind, the buzzing of the toy felt more intense, and I decided I needed more direct contact.

My pants and panties dropped faster than ever, and I positioned myself in my bed, legs open and ready to use my gift for the first time. I grabbed the vibrator and my phone and started recording.

"Thank you for the gifts; I'll definitely use all three of them. For now my new boyfriend says hi," I said to the camera and then planted a kiss on the silicone head of the toy. I turned on the toy and pressed it against my pussy. I flinched at the feeling of the strong vibration directly in my intimate area.

The whole time the camera pointed at my face. "This might take a while. I have never, mmmm, used one of these, and I'm just… ugh! pressing it against my… you know. Maybe I'll show you someday how I, oh god!!, put it in," I said, all while playing with the speed and motions of the toy until I found a combo I liked. It was a strong vibration and a slight rotation of the beads that did the trick.

"Ok, I found something," I said to the camera, moving the toy into the frame. It's vibrating hard and moving slowly, a winning combination; it feels amazing. Do you want me to come? I'm actually close; look, this thing is soaking," I said, making a close-up of the glistening toy. I moved the toy back to my pussy. This time I moved the phone along, giving him another peek at my cunt as the vibrator pressed against her, only to pan back to my face.

From then on I only moaned and grunted as my orgasm built more and more. I felt my vagina clench, and an electric shock ran through my pussy. "Oh fuck, yes, fuck, FUCK FUUUUCK!!" I said as my legs shook.

"Best fucking gift ever," I said as I took the toy to my mouth and licked it clean; my juices tasted bitter and salty. I loved it. 

I ended the recording there and, before sending it as a one-time video, I sent him a warning text: "Open only when you're alone" and hit send.

I got no reply and figured he would still be talking to my Dad.

After all that excitement, my mind went back to my trip. I moved to the desk and opened my computer, still bottomless, to lay out a plan. I knew I had to gather more money. I analyzed all my previous ventures and decided the salty treats were the best ones for the weekend and the sweet desserts were better during weekdays. So I made a plan to work my butt off in the coming months, without a day's rest, until the trip.

I was just about done and decided to take a couple of minutes to relax when a knock on my door distracted me. "Yeah?" I said.

The door opened; it was Mom. A brief moment of panic set in when I remembered I was still half naked, sitting at my desk. Luckily from where she was standing it was hard for her to see that. Still, I'm pretty sure she saw the bright pink toy resting in the middle of my bed. But she said nothing about it.

"Hey honey, is this a bad time?" She asked, and I blushed at the idea of her knowing what I had been doing.

"Not at all. What is it?" I replied.

"Oh, not much, just worried about this whole exchange thing, you know? It can be quite challenging, and I don't know if we've prepared you for something like this," she said as she sat on my bed, a few centimeters away from my toy but facing away from it.

"I think you've done an outstanding job with me, but if it will soothe your nerves, we can talk to the person in charge at the school and discuss any doubts you have," I replied, trying to sound as calm as I could.

"That would actually be great. Set it up; maybe we could have that chat, and if your Dad and I are comfortable enough, we could sign the contract," she said.

I practically jumped over my desk to hug her, but my bottomlessness stopped me.

"OMG Mom, you have no idea how much this means. Yes, I'll set everything up for this week," I replied.

"I expected a bit more excitement from you," she replied. She knows I'm a hugger, and it was weird of me to keep my distance.

"You know I would hug you but… uhm…" I replied, not knowing how to explain my undressed state.

"Get decent and come downstairs; Marcos is about to leave," she replied and walked out of my room, closing the door behind her.

I quickly got dressed and hid my gifts. I rushed downstairs and, sure enough, Marcos was saying goodbye. I hugged him tightly but couldn't find words to say that didn't sound sexual, and with my parents within earshot, a tight hug was the best I could do.

The rest of the weekend dragged by; I couldn't wait until it was Monday and I could talk to the counselor in charge of the cultural exchange. On Sunday we discussed a couple more times about the specifics of the journey, and they found out that, after giving the down payment, we could meet the other family via a video call, which seemed to soothe my folks.

Marcos stayed quiet through that time. I figured he was giving me space to figure things out, and I appreciated it. I already had too much going on in my head to deal with my lust for him.

Monday came, and I went to the school early, eager to get things in motion. I spoke to the person in charge of the exchange program. She is a soft-spoken lady, probably in her fifties, that I knew my parents would love. Berenice, or Bere, as I had come to know her with all my questions through the years.

"Oh darling! It's wonderful that your parents finally said yes. I'll let you in on a little secret. The Paris trip is the most fun and the best one to have as an end-of-school exchange. You got lucky," she said as she practically skipped from her seat when she heard the news.

"You have no idea how excited I am. So, when my parents come to talk to you, could you lay it heavily on the cultural aspects and academic value? It's super important for them," I replied.

"Don't worry, Xime; I've been around a while. I know how to deal with anxious parents. Tell them I can receive them whenever they want; heck, they could come today," she replied.

We talked for a bit. While we chatted about the experience and what to expect, I texted my parents: "Miss Berenice says she can receive you guys anytime without an appointment, even today."

My Dad was the one that replied, "We could be there early tomorrow."

I practically screeched when I read that message; it was actually happening.

The day went by in a haze. I barely had the mind to concentrate on school, thinking about how much fun I would have in France. Then my mind went to the person that made it all happen, Marcos, and I found myself dreaming of wrapping my feet around his fat cock and jerking it until his cum soiled my feet as it had soiled the picture of them.

As soon as I got home, I texted him: "Hey M! Tomorrow my folks will go to the school and formalize it all. I'm going to France!!"

"Congrats, kiddo! You deserve it. I know you'll have so much fun and grow so much there. I'm proud of you!" He replied.

"Thanks, hey, uhm, weird question, do you think Marc will be allowed on the plane?"

"Marc?" was his reply.

I fetched the toy from under my mattress and snapped a pic of it in my hand, but then another idea crossed my mind. I was home alone, but I still locked my door just in case. I took off everything from my waist down.

I placed the vibrator between my feet as if it were a cock and I were giving it a footjob and snapped a pic.

"Marc," I replied and attached the photo I just took.

"Goddammit, I'm at work; you can't do this to me," he replied.

"Do what? I was just answering your question. So, do you think Marc is allowed on the plane?" I replied.

"Yes, on your carry-on inside a transparent plastic bag," he replied. He was obviously not going to play along this time, so I dropped it. I was still a little surprised he knew that off the top of his head and wanted to ask him how, but I knew better than to press the matter right then. We would be spending some quality time soon enough, and I could ask him then.

That's when reality hit me. In all my plans and projections, I didn't account for my week with him. I was adamant about keeping my word, so I went to my computer to re-run my numbers with that week off included.

It didn't work. Not how I wanted it. I needed every day of the next six months to gather all the money I could. I had to tell him.

"Hey, uhm, can we talk? Could you call me when you get a chance?" I texted him. Not 30 seconds passed when I got a video call from him.

"Hey mija, is everything alright?" He asked. He was out on the street; he had left his work to talk to me.

"Hey Marcos, yes, sort of. There's something I need to tell you," I said with a hint of shame.

"I'm all ears, and don't be afraid; you can tell me anything. You will always have me rooting for you," he replied. The combination of his rough voice and his soft words melted my heart.

"Ok, so here it goes. Don't think that I don't want to do it. You have no idea how much I want to pay my debt to you and be your slave, I mean, your maid for a week but…" I said, and he interrupted me.

"But you are going to focus on your goals and make as much money as you can for your trip. I know. I figured that would happen. I don't mind at all. I did what I did to help my friend's daughter, not to gain something," he replied; he sounded calm about it.

"Yes, pretty much. I did some numbers and have a plan for the next six months, and if I veer off just a little…" I said, and he cut me off again.

"Say no more; you have your mind set on something, and that's your priority for the next few months. Let me tell you right now: you owe me nothing. I did what I did out of my sense of fairness and out of love for you. If what has happened is all that will ever happen, I'm happy with it. I will never hold you accountable for a silly promise, and if you ask me to delete anything I have of you, I would do it in a heartbeat," he said; again, his gravely voice soothed me instantly.

"NO! Don't erase anything; it's yours. Enjoy it. Look, I'm not saying it won't happen. It's just that right now I can't; I simply don't have the time," I replied.

"I know you, kid. I know that when you set your mind to something, there's nothing that can stop you. Go, be unstoppable, and make me and your parents proud and a little ashamed too. I'll take the world's largest raincheck. Again, you owe me nothing more than to have loads of fun on your trip," he said.

"Ok, yeah, thank you so much. But I think I will have some rather stressful months, so if I ever need to, uhm, unload some stress, could I send you a photo or two? I found that to be extremely fun," I asked and panned the phone down. I was still wearing only panties below my waist, and he got a nice look at them.

"Fuck girl, you can unwind with me as much as you want. Could I also, you know, relax to you?" He asked.

"Always, and send me as many tributes as you want; I loved it," I replied, and he shot me a silly smile.

"Alright, Xime, I have to go back to work; I told them my niece had just broken a leg and needed my help," he said.

"Thank you, Marcos, but my legs are alright," I said as I moved the shot to my bare legs. "Bye!!!" I said and hung up the call.

The rest of the day went by without an incident. My parents and I talked about whatever over dinner, but the conversation kept coming back to the exchange program. My Mom obviously was the most concerned, but I couldn't really tell why.

The next morning we all drove together to my school. I was a jumble of nerves and kept talking way too fast about what they could ask and how they would love Bere. I guess I left them stunned with my chatter because they didn't say anything at all during the drive.

When we got to the school, I took them to Berenice, but I could not stay. I had to go to classes. After almost one hour, I got a message on the family chat: "All done, you need to go to Berenice's desk to formalize and make the down payment." It was Dad.

I waited until I had a break to go with Berenice. It was a lot of signing and explaining. In the end she gave me the information to make the payment, and I did it immediately on my online bank. It was the largest transaction I had ever made since my Dad opened the account for me 3 years prior. I was visibly nervous, but in the end I managed to make the payment. It was almost a third of what I had saved, but it was worth it.

"Alright, dear, I'll submit your application, and in a couple of days we could schedule a call with the family you would be staying over with in France; your parents were very interested in that," she said, and with that, the issue was closed.

I tried returning to classes, but my mind was running wild with all that I needed to do: passport, flights, insurance, clothes, souvenirs for my French family, and maybe a new phone for taking better pictures? No, out of the question; new suitcases, for sure. So much to do and to plan and only 6 months for it. I also had to think about my food business. I had to start right away.

That same night I started my marketing campaign for the food I would sell and started getting requests right away. I had no time to waste.

The next few days passed without too much excitement: from school to buying supplies and then homework while I tended to the orders of my small business.

On Thursday I got an email from Berencie; within it were the instructions to connect to a video call with the French family, along with their information and a family photo. They were the Simons, a family of four with the youngest being my age. Philipe, Isabelle (Mom and Dad), Lucas, and Clara (the sons). The call was scheduled for Saturday morning. She requested I send pictures of my family too so they can see us before the call.

I quickly opened the photo and analyzed it. The Mom had deeply dark skin and curly hair. The father had olive skin with a receding hairline. Lucas was a clear mix of both, either dark olive or light brown, with a stern look and deep black eyes that appeared to look at me even through the photograph.

But with Clara I was immediately smitten; she inherited her mom's skin tone and curly, puffy hair. Her presence made the whole family photo feel unreal, with a beauty that stuck with me even after I had closed the email.

I sent the email to my folks, and we all agreed on the set date.

Saturday came, and the call happened without too much issue. The communication was mostly in English, with Clara and I immediately hitting it off and chatting in French, thanks to the lessons I had taken over the years. My parents seemed at ease with that interaction, and Clara and I exchanged IG in order to stay in touch.

On Sunday morning, with the dream of my life taking actual shape, I decided to start a video call with my new French friend. She picked up immediately and shouted, "Shime!" I let out a chuckle at her mispronunciation of my name in such an endearing tone. When the camera started, I could barely believe my eyes. She was soaking in a bathtub, with her hair in a high bun and her expressive eyes looking at me with excitement. What caught me off guard was that her gorgeous, perky, and small breasts were bare on the shot; my pussy tingled immediately.

"Oh! I'm sorry, should I call later?" I asked.

"Why?" she asked in return.

"I don't know, you're kind of… like bathing, don't you want privacy?" I said.

"We can talk; I don't mind," she answered.

"That looks good; I wish I had a bathtub of my own," I said. "Maybe you could let me use it when I'm over there?"

"Yes, yes!" she replied. "We can share it, see?" She said as she panned the camera towards the other end of the bathtub. Her bright-blue toenails were sticking up out of the water. The bathtub seemed to be large enough for two people and had a nice view out the window with the sea in the distance.

"You have amazing toenails! Did you do them?" I asked.

"No, my mom does them for me; I'm sure she would do yours. Do you have pretty feet? She only works on pretty feet," she said.

I was still in bed and removed my covers and showed her my feet. "I think they're alright. I've actually thought about selling pics of them to weirdos," I replied, letting out a chuckle.

"It's not a good business, too much competition," she said nonchalantly. "But you do have pretty feet; my mom could do something nice with your toenails."

"Wait, wait, wait, you've sold your pics online?" I asked.

"Yeah, I tried; not many people were interested," she replied.

"Maybe we could do a collab and get more followers; let's put our feet together," I said, returning the shot to my feet. She did the same, and we both wiggled our toes to the camera while we laughed like maniacs.

"We will have to do a photo shoot; I have the perfect cameraman for it," she said. She was starting to sound serious, so I changed the subject.

"So, you live in a nice city; what is it like having the sea at your footsteps?" I asked.

"Oh, La Rochelle is amazing; you'll love the beaches. There are some amazing places like Chef de Baie to get a nice tan and dip your toes in the water. We'll take you sightseeing; my dad knows all the sweet spots," she said.

When she was done talking, her phone started shaking a lot, and soon she was walking me around her room.

"I'm sorry, the water was getting cold and I was all wrinkly already," she said as she set the phone down and positioned it so I could still see her. Her naked body filled the frame. I watched in silence as she dried herself.

Her tiny, perky tits bounced lightly as she dried them softly with her towel; her button nipples were hard, and I could swear she spent more time than necessary there.

She had a flat stomach, and the shadow of a landing strip ran from her navel to her pussy, which seemed hairy but nicely trimmed. She dried her top half and then turned around and did her legs. Whatever she lacked in the top, she had more than enough in her bottom.

Her big, round ass was in full display; it almost felt as if I could reach in and grab it. Between the corner of her legs and ass, a pink spot shined; her pussy looked inviting even from thousands of kilometers away.

As I took her figure in, I couldn't help but remember the only pussy I've ever eaten; it was at a rave not long ago, and I had missed the taste and feeling ever since.

I found myself putting a hand under my shorts and my panties, rubbing my pussy lightly as my new friend gave me a show worthy of porn.

"OH, sorry I sort of forgot you were there. Hello?" Her sweet voice brought me back.

"Yes, sorry I was just giving you time to get dry," I replied. I hadn't realized how much I was ogling at her nakedness.

"I'm not a cat, Shime; I can get clean and talk at the same time," she said, and we both laughed. "Tell me, how is it like in Guadalajara? Will you take me to many interesting places when I'm there?"

"Oh, yes, you'll love it; we have many nice places, we have a forest nearby, a lake, many small 'magic' towns, and the food, you'll love the food. Also, we have Tequila," I said.

"No, no, no, not tequila, no. I get way too loose with shots," she said as she applied cream to her body. Again, I felt like she made a show of it. Rubbing her boots for a long time and maybe even pinching her nipples. She applied loads of lotion around her crotch and then turned around as she bent over once more. Giving me an unnecessary but very welcome show of her voluptuous rear.

"Yeah, I get you, but I'm talking about the town Tequila. It's where the spirit was born. It's so much fun, and you can have all kinds of tequila cocktails, not just shots. Do your parents like tequila? I could bring them a nice bottle when I travel there," I asked.

"They'll love whatever you give them, and if you mix them some cocktails, they'll love you forever," she said. She was now standing naked, looking at her bare body in the mirror while we talked.

Her body was doing this sexy twisting, admiring her ass from the side each time she turned, lifting one knee as she did. I don't know if she did this for 30 seconds or one hour. I was hypnotized.

"Do you think my butt is too big?" She asked, turning to see the camera.

"Oh! Uh, yeah, no, I think it's perfect; you have a gorgeous body," I replied.

"I'm so sorry; here I am showing it all, and maybe you don't like seeing other girls like this," she said as she grabbed her towel and covered herself.

"Stop that; I don't mind at all. In fact, look at this," I said and stood up, leaving the phone in my dressing room, positioned to take in my whole body.

I looked at the camera and took a deep breath. My hands went to my PJs' top and started unbuttoning it. When I was done with all the buttons, I dropped it to the floor, revealing my breasts to Clara. I heard whistling and cheering on my phone as I put my fingers under the elastic of my panties. In one swift motion I was naked for her.

"Now we're even," I said. And approached the phone.

"Shime, tes seines sont magnifiques. Your breasts are magnificent! You should show them more! I bet your boyfriend loves them," she said.

"He would if he existed," I said. "No. Wait, I do have a boyfriend, but he's not very talkative." 

I skipped to my bed and fished Marc from its hiding spot under my mattress. "This is Marc; he's been my boyfriend since last week. Say hi, Marc," I said and turned it on, making it wiggle in my hand.

"Oh, hello Marc, I'm sure you're making Shime very happy," she said.

"Actually we haven't gone all the way; I'm a bit old-fashioned," I confessed.

"Oh, such a handsome couple? I think you should just do it; you both deserve to be happy," she said.

Before I could come up with an answer, she said, "Actually, I'm having a date with a boy too; he looks like Marc, so I have to leave you."

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" I asked while feeling my toy vibrate and wriggle in my hand. It was turning me on more than I expected.

"Sure, but don't get scared, ok?" She said and switched the camera on her phone to the rear one. She walked me to her dresser, where she fetched a shoebox. When she opened it, an array of sexual toys appeared on screen.

I could see beads, plugs, bullets, and some other things that were tough to distinguish.

She searched for a bit until she got a black vibrator out of the box.

"Here he is; he's so shy that he hasn't told me his name. But he does amazing work. Should we?" She asked, changing the camera to the front one.

"Yes, we should hang up. Talk to you later!" I said and hung up the call. I think she meant something else with that last question, but I chickened out.

The dildo still moved in my hand, and I felt a sudden hunger for it. My pussy ached with the need to feel it inside me, and my horny mind could only go one place.

I put the toy between me and my whole-body mirror and snapped a few pics, with the toy partly blocking my blurred, naked body.

I sent the image to Marcos with the caption: "Marc says he wants us to go all the way. Should I?"

In less than 30 seconds I got a reply: "Can I watch?"

I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs open and put the toy over my pussy. I took a pic; the toy covered my entire private area.

"Can you?" I replied and attached the pic.

I got a video call from him. I hesitated to pick up but only for a second.

"Hi Marcos, are you alone?" I asked as the shot focused only on my face. My breathing was already heavy, since I was pressing the toy against my pussy.

"All alone for you, Ximenita," he replied.

"I just had a video call with Clara, my new French friend. She's… interesting," I said as I rubbed the toy up and down my pussy slit.

I could see Marcos' confused look, but he played along. "Oh really, what is she like?"

"She's a gorgeous dark-skinned girl with big curly hair, small tits, an amazingly big ass, and a well-trimmed bush," I said as I gasped, having turned up the movement of the toy.

Marcos was unable to form a reply to that before I continued, "She also has a bathtub that she promised to share with me when I'm there, so... ugh! I'm sure we'll have loads of fun. Oh, and you would love her feet; she has gorgeous toes," I said and panned the shot to my own feet, passing through my entire naked body in a flash.

"I love yours already. When will I get to touch them?" He asked.

I panned the phone back, a bit slower this time, letting him see my dildo-covered pussy and a brief cameo of my tits. I returned the shot to my face.

"Soon. So, do you think I'm ready to make love with Marc?" I asked as I aligned the toy with my vagina. I gasped as it opened lightly my lips.

"Maybe. Only you can know if you're both ready," he said. His face was flushed and he was sweating.

"I think a good kissing session could be good," I said and brought the toy to my mouth.

I kissed the toy and licked it a little. Then I had to put it in my mouth and started blowing it as if it could feel it. I moaned with the toy in my mouth but never broke eye contact with Marcos.

"I think he's ready; I certainly am. But first I need to get more comfortable," I said and moved to lie on my bed fully. While I moved, I knew he got a good look at my breasts.

"God damn it, Xime. You have the most amazing knockers I've ever seen," he said.

I didn't reply; I just finished getting ready. I gave him another quick look at my body, this time with my legs open and my pussy ready for the toy.

I focused again on my face as I pressed the head of the toy against my vagina.

"Oh, god, yes. That feels amazing. I haven't had a cock in me in so long. I love you for giving me Marc," I said while the dildo made its way in me.

"Mmmmm, it's in. I'm fucking my pussy with the toy you gave me. Are you masturbating too?" I asked as I started pumping the dildo in and out of my cunt slowly.

Marcos switched the camera on his phone. In his dark room I could see him jerking his stiff shaft. I could make out the shadow of a droplet sliding from its head into his hand. He was moving slowly, as if he were savoring the moment.

"You have a great cock. I can't wait to play with it," I said.

"Let me look at your pretty feet," he said, and I obliged.

I switched to the back camera, and in the shot you could see my hand moving the dildo in and out of my pussy along with my toes, wriggling as I masturbated.

"I'm close, Marcos. I'm going to cum with your toy. You're making me cum," I said, and then I turned into all moans and grunts.

"Oh, fuck, oooooooh, Marcos!! Yeeees!!!" I screamed as my toes curled up and my legs closed while my pussy tensed around the toy as if it were trying to squeeze some cum out of it. It squeezed so hard that the toy popped out of my vagina and landed in my bed.

I came back from heaven, and Marcos was still slowly jerking his cock.

"Are you going to cum?" I asked.

"I want to, but I need something from you," he replied. All the time I talked to his cock on the screen. "Send me a pretty pic to bathe it in cum."

"I need to hang up for that," I said and hung up.

I quickly stood up and took a couple of naked selfies for him. Then I grabbed the toy and blew on it and took more pics. I was horny again, so I inserted the toy in my vagina and snapped more pictures like that.

I looked at the pics and decided to send the one with the vibrator in me. As soon as I hit send, I knew. I had sent it to the wrong person. This would get messy.