Monalisa

The next day my phone buzzed the second I killed the engine in the library parking lot. I unclipped my seatbelt, dug into my bag, and pulled it out.

It was Sofia.

I expected one of her usual heart-filled good-morning texts. Instead, a close-up dick pic filled my screen, thick, veiny, rock-hard, the head shiny with pre-cum, balls heavy underneath.

My eyes went wide. I slammed the screen against my thigh, heart hammering. After a few seconds I peeked again just to be sure.

Still there. Massive. Proud. Filthy. Sofia had zero fucking boundaries. I deleted it fast and typed back with shaking fingers.

M: "What the hell, Sofia?...