"...picture?" she asked. She sat on his lap, slightly wriggling her butt into a more comfortable position on his legs.
He rubbed her nude tummy as they browsed through his computer's image files together. He felt his soft penis pressed between his stomach and her side as they nestled, a brief twinge reminding him of the sex they shared in that chair a mere ten minutes before. Yet an eternity lay between then and now, an eternity caused by a confession.
Was he an idiot for confessing? He had been tripped up by his honesty before, but it didn't even cross his mind to lie when she asked him.
"Do you ever look at porn on the internet?" she said, as her tight body caressed and rode his cock in waves, harder and higher with each motion. He couldn't lie, and he didn't. Then, after they came (her before him), she demanded to see his collection. His... secret stash, she phrased with a smile.
Once he saw she wasn't mad, but instead bemused (and maybe even a little curious), he relaxed. Not busted. He lucked out, just a smidgen away from stepping on a relationship-crippling land mine. But she wanted to see, and he knew he had no choice. He opened the hidden file, and that's when the questions came. The same question for each one, actually.
"What do you see in that picture?" she asked as the new one came up. It was a close-up of a pussy, with her legs spread, on her back. Over her dangled a thick cock, which she grabbed. Her fingers sunk into the soft flesh, pointing downwards.
He chucked. "Nothing too special, just I liked seeing her guide his cock in, the moment right before penetration. Her pussy looks so small with that thick head pressed against it."
"I think she'll take it just fine," she said. Her arm was around his neck, gently caressing around his ear. "Okay, next one."
He felt his cock stir upon seeing this one pop up. There was always something about water and nudity that fiercely aroused him. This photograph was of a young woman showering. She had her head up, nose pointed at the ceiling, long hair cascading down her back. Her eyes were closed, fully experiencing the moment. The shower stream hit her front at full blast, pouring over her collarbone, down to her made-for-your-palms-only breasts, and continuing to all points south.
"What do I see in this one?" he asked, preempting her question. She nodded. "Well, she's not only young and nicely curved... her breasts are slightly heavy, but they look extremely suckable... but I love how she seems to be enjoying the shower. Maybe not sexually, but definitely sensually."
He brought his hand up to cup her breast, feeling its soft weight in his hand. "Wouldn't it be so erotic watching her shower?" he asked. "Seeing her wet skin, clean and slippery..."
She laughed, not shying away from his hand. If anything, she leaned more into his grasp. He gave her breast a slight sqeeze, and she purred softly for his effort. "You'd like to get in there with her," she said. "Pick up a bar of soap and rub it all over those tits, hm?"