Davis sat alone, impatiently, waiting for the evening's plan to play out. Anticipating several new messages and an unlikely phone call soon after. Deciding to neglect calling back his pink subject tonight, or reply to any of her several texts for overnight pleasure. As Davis saw it, he would have more use for her later, maybe, tomorrow. It made him laugh knowing that, if he was successful, he would have cuckold Matt from both of his long time and loving side-pieces.

After seeing Matt post a photo of them happily together, captioned, 'Hanging out with an old friend.' Davis knew who his next subject was, the second, he saw that drop dead figure and those popping C-Cup sized breasts of hers. Closer inspection of the photo revealed two pert nipples seeping through her skintight bikini top. Davis was taking a new found interest and appreciation for her, Sora Takenouchi. One wouldn't know it, by how modest she usually dresses, but tonight was a 'special occasion' especially to Davis. Sora had a rock hard and stunning beach body, he recalled only seeing it once during the gangs group trip last summer.

Flaunting the ever illusive abs she gained from years of high school swim practices and tennis training that she continued today. Displaying four well-defined upper abdominals, following along a solid hard v-cut core line, that caught in the camera's flash at just the right angle. Revealing to Davis how defined and toned Sora, truly, was. While the pool water helped to give her, hardbody, a smooth and silky appearance. Glistening along with the embroidered shoulder straps of her top, helping to accentuate the bright and shiny ruby red model bikini she was sporting.

What Mimi had in experiance, she lacked in what Sora had in her perky and natural sized tits. Even if Ero-eye could alter the size and shape of his desired subject. Davis didn't want to alter anyone, besides himself, yet. Comparing the two subjects side by side and in person came as a startling and ingenious idea. As Davis heard, a drunk and miserable Tai say, Sora had been saving herself for marriage. Luckily, for Davis, they wouldn't have to get married or be in a 'serious' relationship.

With those breasts, virtually, popping out of the taut material and his phones screen, Davis' mind began to fill with dirty thoughts. Not to mention that Sora's bikini bottom, left just enough of the filmy fabric to cover her ever noticible and neat cameltoe, taunted him further. Embroidered lacing wrapped along Sora's rich waistline and looped, provocatively, over her pelvic region in the shape of a heart. Dazzling and hiding from him any sign, or trace, of what may be or may not be a matching rug beneath. Leaving both her long admirer, Matt, and ex-boyfriend, Tai, to their imaginations. That was until the first of Davis' messages came through, in rapid succession, as instructed...

'ST2 will change back into her favorite model bikini.'

Sora got back to her flat, no thanks to Matt, following their sweet but shortend date. She even, almost, let him get a quick grab at her today. Sora loved the way he looked at her, it was different than how he would look at Mimi. It was genuine, but it was only for a moment. Tai used to look at her that way, now, she doesn't see him around anymore.

Years of trying and temptation from Tai lead to thier breakup after seeing no future without intimacy. Sora had plans of her own, and for the better tried to pretend things were fine, but in reality, she needed someone, anyone, at this point. Overcome with an idea, Sora locked the apartment, sped off to her bedroom, peeled off her casual attire and slipped back into the familiar bikini she, specifically, wore to tempt Matt.

Caressing the bronzed skin inbetween her massive and remarkable breasts. Petting herself, slowly, down towards her muscular abdomen. Thanking the new diet and fitness routine she was on. Flexing, proudly, in front of her bedroom mirror. If only Tai could see her now, or Matt, they would rip her bikini right off and she wouldn't stop them, maybe, letting out a small giggle.

'ST2 will take various photos, of herself; 6 close ups of her chest, 4 full-shots of her ass, and make sure to take 3 zoom-in shots around her vaginal area.'

Smitten with herself and feeling a bit naughty, Sora took a light hold of her phone. Standing upright, tilting her head back, and pointing her chest, directly, towards the camera on her phone. Taking the first photo, of a bakers dozen, with no clear purpose or reason other than to pleasure herself. Showing off to the tiny camera lens, as her nipples slowly bled through the tight and shiny top. Excited with the idea, Sora turned herself around and began to bend over,

Looking back in the mirror to find her plump and full ass peaking out of the restraining red material. Sora took another photo, slightly envious, what she had for boobs, Kari had an ass which was bigger, therefore, better than hers but, at least, she had something over Mimi in the looks department with her boobs. Playing with the lacy ebroidered straps, measuring herself, until both hands hovered over her prized womanhood.

Sora's face turned a shade brighter, but couldn't help herself. As if possessed, Sora lowered her phone towards her crotch. Willing herself to keep the camera steady, growing anxious, sweat was starting to drip off of her nervous body. Her breathe was sharp and constant, taking the next shot, Sora's body coursed with a burning sensation. Her unclaimed and unseen private area, swelled, begging her to be touched. With the tips of her fingers she grazed over the delicate area. "Oh my god!" A full enticing moan escaped her lips, snapping Sora back into proper sense. Dropping her phone to the ground, in shock, the orange haired beauty looked herself over and around the empty room.

Relieved to find no one else and that no one other than her, thankfully, seen or heard that happen. Sora's face still burned, a deep scarlet, realizing she had just taken thirteen different photos of herself. Half of them were of her boobs, four more of her ass, and the three best shots saved for last, Sora had to delete them. Even though each one was more beautiful and risquè than the next, she wouldn't admit it, but she wanted to keep them. Sora sighed, "I'm hot and bothered, all for nothing..."

'ST2 will send her photos, unknowingly, to User 777-069.'

Picking up her phone, Sora's face immediately dropped, tapping it open to discover what she had actually done. All of her photos were sent out, a stupid mistake, she really lost herself in the heat of the moment. And to make the situation worse, Sora had sent them to Davis, of all people, why did it have to be Davis?! He would share it with everyone or, at least, anyone willing to put up with him. Sora had to make up something, a poor excuse, or a dumb lie; he would believe anything she told him now, right?

"...stupid, Stupid, Stupid!!!" Sora panicked, quickly, deleting the incriminating photos but the damage had already been done,

'Sora!' It was the first text from him, followed by a small winking emoticon. 'Did you post these or is this my lucky day?' Sora scoffed, upset with him and herself for failing to find a way out. If it had been anyone else she would've considered going out on a date with them to save herself. That was a perfect idea, Sora tugged at her right shoulder strap, 'Want me to post them online?' The strap clapped, soundly, against her skin, now she had no other choice, Sora had to call him...

'ST2 will call User 777-069 and attempt to apologize for her sudden actions.'

Davis sat back, in amusement, watching his phone slide across the living room coffee table. Missing the first two of Sora's calls to heighten the suspense. His mind wondered, what would she try to tell him, or would she just admit to posing without him? "..." He picked up the phone, Sora was relieved he finally answered the damn phone. It was enough to put her worries at ease, for a moment, settling into her bed gathering the last of her courage to follow through on her promise, in hopes, it would keep Davis quiet,

"Did it make you feel good?"

Sora's neck tingled, "Wha-" Shooting upright on the floral designed bedspread, "What?!"

"Did you pose just for me?" Sora felt her face grow warm from embarrassment. Clenching, tightly, onto her phone before clearing her throat and choking back her tears, "I- I was just-"

"I didn't mean too!" She stammered, already fearing the boy had done the worst and showed the pictures to everyone they both knew, "I was only having fun!"

"Whoa," Davis cooed, "I get it, I understand completely, I won't show or tell anyone. I promise!" Sora couldn't tell if the boy was being sincere, or trying to be a smartass, but she eased back into her bed.

"So..." Davis said, in a low hush of a voice, "You were having fun?"

Sora bit the bottom of her lip, "I was..." Shyly, admitting to her guilty pleasure, "I thought I was going to get away with it too..." She hoped that comment would please him.

'ST2 will unconsciously masturbate to User 777-069's voice'

"Could you imagine, what if Tai or Matt had seen these? They would have freaked out and told on one another by now, I almost did too..." Davis could hear her breathing speed up, a clear sign his magic was working,

"Tha- that would be terrible!" Sora gasped, imagining the shame and embarassment. "But You promised not to show them, right?!"

"I did..." he smirked, from ear to ear, "Didn't I?"

"You did!" She huffed her mind was struggling to catch up,

"I did," he chuckled, "Sora, I promise you, I will not show or tell anyone about them..." Davis could hear the quickening pace of her breathing, it was raspy and instantly turned him on,

"I need to ask..." Sora laid down, panting, trying to fight the need to ask him but she couldn't help herself. "Why didn't you show anyone?" Partly, curious and what could only be out of sheer vanity to boost her ego, maybe he did and was only lying to make her feel better, she didn't care but Sora had to know.

The older girl knew Davis was bit of a pervert, it's not like she thought about the boy, romantically, before. Davis, as much as he reminded her of Tai, was too immature or was He? "I didn't show anyone because, I wanted to keep them for myself..." He admitted, Sora couldn't help but to smile along with the boy on the other end.

Blind to the fact, her free hand had, unconsciously, crept beneath her stain cover sheets and began to explore her increasingly hot and aching body, "Ooh yeah?" Tending to herself, as her fingers encircled her puckered nipples. Pinching, pulling at them in between stroking her ample chest without shame or knowing,

Caressing her tender breasts, a handful at a time, switching between the right and the left. Making sure not to give one or the other too much attention to Sora's enjoyment, "Ooh Yeah," Davis' voiced matched Sora's enthusiasm, "I almost blew my load to the first pic... but that last one?!" Davis excitement grew, and so did Sora's heightened gasps, and slow exhales,

'ST2 will expose herself to User 777-069, revealing love stories, kinks and her experimental years'

"I love it when people notice me," she spat out, in between her sudden gasps, "It- It really makes me, ha- Hot!" Sora's head flung back, "It's the best feeling!" Catching her breath Sora sat herself back upright in her bed, unaware of her tainted hand's slight and major adjustments to her wardrobe.

Davis smiled, "Hmmm, so you're an exhibitionist?"

Her red bikini top had slipped out from beneath her covers, "...I do some modeling on the side for, a private company." Sora whispered, slightly, hesitant but sure of her next words, "They crop out my face and I use the money I make to get new outfits, pay for rent and shop," She didn't know why but felt, as long as Davis promised to keep it quite, Sora could tell him about her secret income,

"Any JAV films?" Davis asked his hand already wrapped around his raging member, one of his wildest dreams was possibly coming true, if not, it would be sooner or later.

Sora gasped, "Nothing like that, yet!" Davis' intrigued grew. "It's amature work, at best, I pose in model bikinis, sometimes dress in cosplay... and I've recently- Recently... Ahhh-" Sora shut her eyes tightly, the sounds of her constant breath and Davis audible sighs, "I had to make out with the occasional other model or two..." Her cursed hand poked and prodded away at her now bare and dripping womanhood, Sora's mind unaware, focusing only on Davis' voice

"..." Davis needed more information, "Do you like them?" His cock twitched and pulsed with great effort, "Know their names?" A wide grin and snicker followed,

Trying to answer Davis' question to the best of her ability, under normal circumstances Sora would've never told a soul, but Davis was special, "Aiie- I don't really knnn-ooww," Sora gasped, "Th- the other girls too well!" Her cell hand had suddenly turned the speak mode on,

"There's the tomboy, Rika Nonaka, she's a bit younger and kind of a bitch," Davis could picture her immediately, she was one of Tai's newest junior soccer members. Her attitude, Davis could do without but she did have the looks to be a model, he supposed,

"Ahh- An- And the other girl," Sora began to thrust her hips into the air, "Shhh- She- She doesn't talk much!" Digging into her well of temptation, "Zoe Orimoto!" Faster and deeper with each buck of her hardbody, "Oooh!" To Davis' surprise, Zoe was the same girl who moved into his homeroom class, "they bo- Both get a lot more work than me though," Sora's groan was a mixture of satisfaction and jealousy, "I hate it!"

'ST2 will be unable to satisfy her bodies lust, and will only have a full-release when User 777-069 says the phrase, 'I Love You'

"You're far more beautiful than they are," Davis said and could hear Sora fighting back her cries of pleasure,

"You have everything, and you know what..." Sora rolled onto her stomach and faced the phone,

"Tell me..." Words, they're were all just words or at the very least should've been, but to Sora each one was an avalanche of pleasure,

"They're jealous of you..." Davis' voice touched the deepest parts of Sora's desires,

"Yyy- yaahh- yee- YES!?" She moaned, her back arching, both hands working in unison.

"Your rich, evenly, tanned skin..." Her bikini bottom had slunk down and was caught inbetween her tough calves,

"Your strong and sexy hardbody," Sora's right hand still dug into her sweet and tender womanhood, while her well-trained left hand and fingertips swirled around and vigoursly rubbed her profound clit.

"Those tight, toned and muscular legs," Sora's bare naked body tingled with electricity, she didn't know why and, more importantly, didn't seem to care,

"D- Davee- Dah- Aaaahhh~" Sora couldn't hold back her voice anymore, but she couldn't understand why it was cracking, was she nervous? Was asking Davis out, on a date, really one of the most difficult things the older girl had done?

"You're a full-figured, beautiful woman and I've always..."

He was saying all these nice things and it was getting to her, "AAAAND WHAT?!?"

"Sora..." Davis softly spoke, holding his breathe, listening to the clear sounds of Sora's slick wetness, her heavy ceaseless panting and the evergrowing thumping of what he could only assume was her bedspring. It was a clear sign that Davis had the older girl in the palm of his hand, "Sora Takenouchi..." She couldn't help herself,

"TELL ME!!!"

"I..." He paused, as Sora squirmed and shriveled on the other end, "I've always..." Sora's body twitched and turned, anticipating the only possible outcome and her dream come true, "..." Davis would've loved to have dragged out her torture longer, but he knew the sooner she finished the sooner they would get busy, "I Love You..."

"DAAAVISS!!!" Sora soaked her bed in a spray of bliss and ecstasy, her cries and hot gasps for fresh air, "OWAAAAHHHH!!" Her hands grabbed onto her quivering and sweaty body, "Haaaaa!" Sora's eyes glazed over, "Aawwhhh," lost in a haze, still, with both her hands sticky, body sweaty, and the dawning realization that Sora had been touching herself the entire time,

'Oh my god,' Sora shifted in her bed, finding her bikini top and scrambled to find her bottoms hidden beneath the covers, 'Di- Did I just? And did Davis hear me!?' Sora's face was blissful, sweaty, and shameless, "...Could you, maybe, say that one more time?"

Davis smiled, "if you send me your address," pulling his pants back on. "I can show you how much I do, maybe, all night long?" Sora didn't want to say no, but she couldn't outright and say yes, "It'll be a date," Hanging up her phone...

'ST2 will present herself, spread eagle, with proof of her address written on her body'

Sora sent out one last photo, it was the sluttiest way Sora could think of doing it. With bold print marker written over her rock-hard abdomen, 'Heighten View Terrace, eighth floor, apartment suite sixteen...' Sora's sleek and study legs spread open and reached out to either side of her naked body. Her womanhood bare and in all of its glory; so smooth with a tiny land-strip of pubic hair, it matched, Davis would have to share it in his personal review. He wouldn't have to bring any protection but part of him wanted to see what Sora's expression would look like, when she would inevitably ask for it, 'raw.' Davis' eyes glowed, "It'll be our first JAV film..."