He doesn't answer for a good twenty minutes or so, long enough that she could very well think that he had changed his mind.
But when the answer finally comes it's in the form of a video - an eight minute and twenty-six-second video, in fact.
It starts with a view of his empty bed, sheets and blankets slightly crumpled like he had just been laying in them moments before.
And ends with him spread upon them, utterly bare, hand wrapped around his now flaccid cock, his release flowing down over his fingers and onto his flat, well-defined stomach.
It's more than apparent that this wasn't the original video, considering how different the light and the setting is. And the way he moaned her named instead of who it was originally intended for.]
[when the first five minutes had gone by, she thought he might be entertaining her. then ten, then fifteen... and she was sure he'd thought she was kidding.
and then...
there are no words. she watches the whole thing from start to finish on her couch, almost as if it were an academy award winning art film, and then thinks about it for several more minutes as the final frame sits open on her device. what can she even say to that? is there something to say to that?]
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