Chapter 7: Riya’s Weakness

Later that night, Riya lay on her bed in her dark room, the conversation with Sara still fresh in her mind. Seeing Zavian’s photos and those old videos had stirred something deep inside her. She locked her door, stripped down to just her panties, and opened the hidden folder on her phone.

She played one of the videos — the one where Zavian had her bent over the bed, pounding her pussy mercilessly while calling her his slut. Riya slid her hand into her panties, finding herself already soaking wet. She rubbed her clit in slow circles, watching Zavian’s thick cock disappear inside her past self, hearing his familiar dirty talk through her earphones.

“Fuck ... I missed this,” she whispered, pushing two fingers inside herself. She switched to another video — the one of him fucking her ass. Her fingers moved faster, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t cum. The ache only grew stronger.

Frustrated and horny, she picked up her phone and texted him.

Riya: Hey stranger 😈 Long time. Saw some old videos of us tonight ... got me so fucking wet I can’t sleep.

Zavian: Riya? Damn, been a while. Which videos got you dripping?

Riya: The one where you fucked my ass so hard I couldn’t walk the next day ... and the one where you came all over my face while calling me your dirty whore. Still think about how rough you used to get with me.

Zavian: Fuck. You were always such a nasty little slut for me. You touching yourself right now?