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good girl

noted. not yet, but i can be.

why you wanna show me how bad you can be first?

it shouldn't be too hard.

( isolde is, in fact, a terrible person. not hard. )

are you by yourself?

if I wasn't would it matter to you?

i'm not sending you a nude if someone else is going to see it.

[a few minutes pass, then:]

I'm alone

( you don't actually think about the fact you've never sent a nude before, until you're searching for angles for the right naughty video. it takes longer than the length of the record — this is not the first edition, not the rough draft. multiple times she comes out with double, triple chins. sometimes she's so obnoxiously loud, it humiliates her too much to hit send. the final copy has her phone covered in slobber. but still — she decides fuck it. good enough. )

fyi if this is horrible i don't actually know what i'm doing. i'll send you my boobs next time.

[it's how sloppily the video ends that makes him hard, that and the angle and her tits and how her throat bobs for the dildo she's suctioned to the table. or– he has no idea what it's attached to, only that she's drooling everywhere and spit is dribbling down her chin and chest and he's imagining his cock there instead, cum shooting to the back of her throat.]

fuck
not horrible really really good

yeah. Holy shit that's hot. You're hot

( thanks, she types out, and you too. it's all genuine, of course, it just feels — awkward. she worries her lower lip. try something else. )

i want to suck your cock.

( they're playing bad girl. isolde is probably losing. (isolde enjoys losing, sometimes.) )

[isolde is playing go fish with a guy who's got a royal flush. her clumsy start is where he can take the reins and steer her in the right direction. his texts take a little longer, but he's done this before, many times, the balancing act of one-handed texting while the other is palming his dick through his pants.]

I wanna have you on your hands and knees
your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock taking it how I want you to take it

touch yourself

yes.

( a dorky kind of agreeing. touch yourself. yes. yes, absolutely. i will. thank you. yep. )

i mean okay. i am. i'm wet. thinking about it.

[here is when some typos come through, since his dick's out and he's stroking himself. one-handed sexting has one perk, and it's the sexting.

attached: image.jpg]

my cock at the back of your throat you don't stop til i tell you to stopp

your fingers
how many are you using? use two for me show me when they're soaked

yes

( yes his cock, yes her fingers. yes, a broken record of a girl, someone who almost never says no — someone who will never say no to cock and attention and rough. her body is shivering. submission always does this. even at a distance, through a phone, she can feel herself in elias' hands like soft clay, her head up in the clouds, body floating on air. she's almost lightheaded with it. she could faint. she claps a hand around her throat and squeezes. )

i want you to make me ch oke on it i can take it t

( even if she couldn't, she would. the next vid take less time to send — isolde immediately less self conscious about what she looks like. she's thinking about elias, and elias' cock, and what it'll look like when he comes, and what it tastes like, what it would feel like inside her. she hits send. )

you like that?

you;ll choke on it
you cant breathe but i got you i got you

spit every where i wanna hear you moan i wanna make you
cum

[around his cock, in his mouth, telling him yes over and over and over again. he pumps himself faster, thumbs over his weeping, swollen cockhead and pretends it's her tongue. not enough. but the picture, the picture is what really gets him going.]

fuckkk yeah i like that

[he's got so much precome it's amazing he hasn't come yet, but he knows she'll like it. attached: a short video.mp4]

if you were here id make you
clean me off

please

( the only sensible thing inside her. to every word, every image, every thought in her head — she'd beg for it from him, she'd get on her knees and lick the floor in front of him, she'd take anything he could think to give her and more, and she'd do it because, ironically, pain and debasement and humiliation and kink all make her feel clean. renewed, flushed out, darkness battered back for the length of time it takes to settle back on earth. )

i wanna suck on it drink everything you give me i just i want it in my mouth

( he doesn't even have to touch her. honestly, sometimes she can come just from kneeling, from being made to crawl. his cock is so wet it feels like a waste — her mouth is actually watering, her soaked fingers shoved between her lips imagining, pretending, fantasizing. )

please elias

taste you i wanna
tast e y ou

i'll fuck you so good
beg for it i'll give it to you

[her texts ping in a succession, one after the other at the top of his screen while he hyper-focuses on the short video of her fingers webbed by her own juices, shiny and sticky, so wet for him. heart hammering in his chest, heat rising and flushing his skin, a short pause between responses is warranted for the orgasm that hits him, and he uses his spend to keep pumping himself with.

he has to shower, which is an excuse not to mind the mess, white liquid trailing over his fingers and down his length. he sends her a photo of just that: the aftermath, hand gripped around his cum-slicked cock.]

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