Her Own Proof

David reaches into Willow's purse, pulls out her phone, and unlocks it with a glance at her. He angles the camera down at her kneeling form, her glossed lips inches from his flushed cock, and taps the shutter. 'Smile for your own camera,' he says, his voice low, as the flash catches the wet shine on her lips. The cage pulses between her thighs as she hears the click, knowing these photos live on her phone now, a secret she carries home.