Photo booth Stories

With sunlight comes the hangover. With blue light, panic.Pictures last longer… Or do they? How old is he again?? Slut xxOh 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......