Chapter 124. Stroke Me While I Fuck Myself

Zina was nineteen, curious, and burning with a hunger she’d only recently learned to name. For months, she and Dennis had been building something electric online—late-night messages turning into confessions, innocent selfies giving way to teasing shots, until one night they both admitted they couldn’t wait any longer to see each other properly. They lived too far apart for anything real yet, but video was the next best thing. Tonight was the night they’d promised to let go completely.

She propped her phone against a pillow, checked the angle twice, then hit the call button. Her heart hammered as the ringtone buzzed. When Dennis’s face filled the screen, his crooked smile made her stomach flip.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, voice low and already rough with want.

“Hey yourself,” Zina replied, biting her lower lip the way she knew drove him crazy. She was wearing nothing but a thin camisole and panties, the fabric clinging to her skin because she was already warm just fr