**”Can You Help Me with Sexting?”**

I sat on my couch, my phone buzzing in my hand. It was her—Emma, my friend who always flirted but never took it further. Until tonight.

*”Hey, can you help me with sexting? I’m terrible at it.”*

I smirked. She *knew* what she was doing. *”Yeah, but I charge a hands-on demo fee,”* I typed back.

Her reply came instantly. *”Oh yeah? What’s the lesson plan?”*

I didn’t hesitate. *”First, you describe what you’re wearing. Then, you tell me how wet your pussy is thinking about my cock.”*

She sent a pic—no face, just the deep cleavage of her tits spilling out of a tight tank top, nipples hard under the thin fabric. My dick pressed against my jeans instantly. *”Like this?”*

*”Fuck yes,”* I groaned. *”Now touch yourself. Tell me how you’d rub that pussy for me.”*

She sent a short voice clip—her breath hitching as she whispered, *”I’m already so wet… my fingers are sliding right in.”*

That was it. I needed her in person. *”Come over. Now.”*

Thirty minutes later, she was at my door, biting her lip as I pulled her inside. Her tank top was even lower now, her tits practically begging me to suck them. I didn’t waste time, yanking the fabric down and taking a nipple into my mouth. She gasped, arching into me.

“You wanted to learn?” I growled against her skin. “Then let’s practice.” I shoved my hand down her leggings, cupping her pussy through her soaked panties.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” I muttered. She whimpered, grinding against my fingers.

I dragged her to the couch, pushing her down and yanking her leggings off. Her pussy glistened under her ruined panties, her clit swollen and begging for attention. I tore the fabric aside and dove in, licking her in one long stripe.

She cried out, fingers tangled in my hair. “Oh my god—*yes*!”

I ate her like I was starving, sucking her clit, thrusting my tongue inside her tight little hole. Her thighs trembled, her moans getting louder as she fucked my face.

“Your turn,” I said, standing up. I shoved my jeans down, my cock springing free, thick and already leaking. Her eyes locked onto it hungrily.

She didn’t ask—just leaned forward and took me into her mouth, sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the head. I groaned, watching her tits bounce as she bobbed up and down.

“Enough,” I growled, pulling her up. I spun her around, bending her over the couch. Her ass was perfect, her pussy glistening and ready. I rubbed my cock along her slit, teasing her.

“You want it?” I asked, slapping my dick against her clit.

She whimpered. “Please.”

I didn’t make her beg twice. I shoved inside her in one brutal thrust, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. “*Fuck*,” I hissed, gripping her hips. She was so tight, so fucking wet.

I pounded into her, her tits bouncing with every slam of my hips. She screamed into the couch, her back arching as I fucked her deeper.

“Tell me how much you love it,” I demanded, spanking her ass.

“I love it—I love your cock!” she cried.

I reached around, pinching her nipple as I fucked her harder. She started shaking, her pussy pulsing around me as she came.

“That’s it, take it,” I grunted, slamming into her one last time before I erupted inside her, filling her up.

We collapsed, breathless. She turned her head, smirking. “Best sexting lesson ever.”

I laughed, still buried inside her. “Yeah? We should *study* more often.”