The first picture is from the party the other night. I’m laughing as I lean into Bray. The next is of me dancing with Asher, his hands cupping my ass and his lips pressed to my ear with a dangerous smile. My own is wide, so free and happy. The last is what makes my stomach flip though. It’s of Cyrus and me, and his head is between my thighs. Luckily it blocks the view of my pussy, but my head is thrown back in ecstasy. It’s a fucking private moment, a sexy as sin memory that now makes me want to throw up.
