With sunlight comes the hangover. With blue light, panic.

Pictures last longer… Or do they? How old is he again?? Slut xx

Oh fuck. Fuck.

An attachment.

A reel from a photo booth.

Me and our bitch boss's hot college-age son...

Cheek-to-cheek. Wide-eyed innocence. Cherry-red pout.

Licking his face.

Head buried in his lap while he holds my hair, eyes rolled back.

I dive under the covers, stomach churning.

Footsteps from the kitchen...

There he is. Big grin, bigger cock.

Oh Gawd.

I toss the covers off and reel him in with a curled finger.

I need a stress release!