I scrolled through the remaining three photos. In one of them, she had two fingers buried inside herself up to the knuckles, the wet schlick of her own juices visible even in the still image.
In another, she had turned over onto her stomach and arched her back, pushing her ass up toward the camera while looking over her shoulder with a half-lidded, frustrated expression.
The last one was a mirror selfie taken on her knees, thighs spread, one hand still holding her pussy open so I could see how the longer pubic hair was matted down in places by her own slickness.
In almost every recent nude, she had started leaving the pubic hair longer, as if she wanted me to notice the change — the slow slide from neatly maintained to something fuller, messier, and more animal. It suited the increasingly desperate tone of her messages.
Below Marina's long thread were the messages from Madeline.
