At work and she sends this. Ugh
Your cuckold fantasy just became your Monday morning crisis — the photo arrives mid-meeting, and your mouth goes dry instantly.
You stare at the screen longer than you should, memorizing every curve, every deliberate angle chosen just to wreck your concentration. You feel the heat spread through your chest, then lower, impossible to ignore behind a conference table.
You already know what this means, what that smirk in the thumbnail is communicating without a single word. You pocket your phone, but the image stays burned behind your eyes for the rest of the afternoon.
