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Sexting My Boyfriend's Friend

So, this is how it started. I was bored one day, scrolling through Instagram, when I received a friend request from my boyfriend's best friend, Vincent. I mean, we had always been friendly towards each other but never really thought of getting closer than that. Anyway, I accepted the request and began chatting with him casually.At first, it was just the regular "How are you?" and "What have you been up to?" kind of conversations. But as days turned into weeks, our chats got longer and deeper. We started discussing our likes, dislikes, dreams, and even some naughty fantasies we had.One night, I told him about this erotic book I was reading, which got me all worked up. He asked me what it was about, and I described the scene where a woman gets her pussy eaten out by two men at once. His response surprised me: "That sounds hot."My heart raced as I read his message. Was he actually turned on? Suddenly, our conversation shifted from innocent chatting to something much more risqué. We started talking about sex and sharing dirty fantasies with each other. It was like we had unlocked a new level in our friendship - one where boundaries were pushed and secrets revealed.As days went by, our conversations became even more explicit. One day, Vincent sent me a picture of his erect bulge poking out from underneath his grey sweatpants. It was huge, thick, and rock-hard. I felt my pussy getting wet just looking at it. My heart pounded in my chest as I sent him a selfie of myself holding up ...

... two fingers with the caption: "I can take this much."His response made me shiver: "I bet you can take even more."From then on, we started sexting each other all sorts of dirty things. Sometimes, I'd send him pictures of my tits or ass while wearing tight clothes or lingerie. Other times, he would tell me how much he wanted to eat out my pussy and finger me until I came hard.One night, he sent me a message that made my knees weak: "I can't stop thinking about your wet pussy. I want to taste it so bad."My fingers trembled as I typed back: "I wish you were here right now, eating my pussy and making me cum all over your face."The anticipation was killing us both. We knew that if we ever met up in person, things would get intense very quickly. But for now, our textual adventures satisfied our desires just enough to keep us going until the next sexting session.One day, Vincent told me he had a surprise for me. I could barely contain my excitement as I waited for him to reveal it. When he finally sent the picture, I nearly dropped my phone: It was a video of him stroking his cock while moaning my name."I've been thinking about you non-stop," he wrote. "I can't wait to see your face when I finally make you cum."My pussy throbbed as I watched the video, imagining his cock sliding in and out of me. I sent him a message back: "You have no idea how much I want that too."From then on, our sexting became even more intense. We started sharing videos of us touching ourselves, moaning each ...