A fifth picture. This one thankfully obscured Kelley’s identity from view. The two of them were lying on the bed. Darrell was on his knees between her legs. His back was to the camera which must have been near the foot of the bed. Her legs were lifted up so that her ankles hung over his shoulders. His thick, black cock was buried nuts deep in her pussy. The sheets between her legs were clearly soaked from the many orgasms he had given her. At this point, Kelley realized that these pics were not taken by Darrell. Had someone been spying? She couldn’t recall anyone else being in the apartment.
A new pic. Another from the foot of the bed. Darrell was on his knees slightly off to the side. He was holding her feet up by her ankles and his cock, dark and shiny, pointed at her swollen pussy. Her labia were plump and red. Her vagina gaped, and she could see Darrell’s thick spend dribbling from her freshly fucked pussy. She remembered how incredible it felt when his semen flooded into her depths. She had never felt a man’s cum rush into her with such force before. It was as though he had turned on a hose inside her.
Darrell’s next text appeared on the screen. You take some great pictures, Baby, but this is my favorite part of tonight.
The phone took a moment as it worked to download a new file. This, however, was not a picture, but instead appeared to be a video. Kelley’s face flushed with a new rush of panic and anger. The image in the frame was blurry. She couldn’t make it out, but it didn’t appear to be another shot of her from behind. Kelley’s mind wrestled with competing thoughts. ‘Who the fuck took all these pictures? How can there be a fucking video? Oh my God his cock felt so good inside me. What am I looking at?’
The file finished downloading. Kelley’s thumb hesitated over the blurred image for a moment before touching it to make it play. Trying to steady the phone in a very shaky hand, Kelley stared at it; the glow of the screen lit her face inside the early morning darkness of the car.
The blurry image came into focus and Kelley realized she was looking at an extreme closeup of her left hand. Her wedding band and diamond ring glittered in the light. She heard herself moaning and groaning and the camera’s focus continued to pan out. Kelley quickly pressed the volume button to turn it down as though she worried that someone else might hear this. She continued to watch. She watched as her fingers were gripping the sheet in her fist. The camera panned back more and a dawning sense of horror washed over Kelley as she realized what Darrell had done. Kelley sat in stunned disbelief as she started to cry softly. The video continued to play.
The camera’s focus pulled away from her left hand holding onto the sheets with a death grip and moved over to a closeup of her face. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut. Her mouth opened in a long, low moan. The expression on her face was an odd mixture of discomfort and hopeful optimism. The camera pulled away a little further so that her shoulders and body came into view. Kelley was naked on the bed. She was on her knees holding herself up on all fours. Her red hair, wet with sweat and sticky with Darrell’s thick semen, hung down and clung to her face and neck. Her face was wet and shiny. The makeup around her eyes had run down her cheeks. Her lipstick was smeared all over her cheeks and around her mouth. There was a dreamy, glazed look in her eyes. But something else was there. A look of determination as she bit her lower lip. Her incredible tits hung under her almost low enough to brush over the bedding. Her thick nipples were hard as bullets. All she could see of Darrell was where he was on his knees on the bed behind her and up to where his body was just over her backside. She could see nothing of his upper torso. His dark hands were holding her hips. His fingers gripped her tightly.
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