Chapter 4891 I Want To Fuck You So Silly:>Ep8
- What began as a fleeting lapse had, within a week, hardened into habit. Ayla no longer paused before sending Ken explicit photos. Her initial rule—no full nudity—had crumbled quietly, swept away by late-night urges and his persistent charm. Now, when Ken’s messages lit up her phone in the small hours, demanding something provocative, she complied without a second thought. She’d slip out of her clothes, strike a pose, and deliver. And he always rewarded her generosity with tips.
- Her camera roll now held a hidden folder brimming with intimate snapshots and videos: sultry mirror selfies, clips of her teasing herself with slow, deliberate touches, and close-ups that captured her flushed skin and parted lips. While her public posts remained playful and coy, this private collection was crafted for one man alone. Ken paid handsomely to keep it exclusive, and Ayla found herself savoring the thrill of his fixation.
- Their routine was unspoken but precise. She’d slide into bed wearing little—a loose tank top, perhaps, or just panties—anticipating his message. He’d ask what she had on, demand visual proof, claim he couldn’t sleep without a glimpse of her. She’d tease briefly, feigning resistance, but his raw desire—or a fifty-dollar tip—always broke her resolve. Sometimes, he’d send his own images: bold, unfiltered proof of his arousal. To Ayla, these were as much a currency as his cash, and she didn’t mind.