Of course you didn’t know that it was just me in the house. I thought it was just me, too. That’s why I was taking nudes without my hijab on for my secret boyfriend. You watch me from a crack in the door as I show off my tits and spread my pussy in ways you didn’t even know I knew how to do.
And then I see you. And I panic. And your cock twitches.
I’m obviously mad at you, but my demeanor turns to one of a frightened deer when I realise that you have the power to ruin my life. You could tell my step-parents what I was doing and I’d be disowned. Married off to some fat man from Pakistan before I could blink.
So when you ask to see the photos, I reluctantly oblige. Thinking that would be enough was naive of me, though. I should have known what was coming when you pushed me down to my knees.
But my god. You are HUGE.
I remind you that I’m just a virgin, that I love my boyfriend, that I need to save myself for marriage. And you remind me that I need to be a good girl and service your big white cock.
So I do. Of course I do. I need you to so desperately keep my secret. But please, PLEASE don’t make me cum on your big white cock? I’ll never be able to look at my boyfriend the same.
