It was a quiet evening alone, the kind where old memories creep in uninvited. I’d been scrolling through forgotten folders on my phone when the photos appeared. Old cell phone shots of her. I was surprised—I thought I had deleted them years ago. Grainy, low-res images from back when we were reckless and insatiable. Her pale body sprawled on my bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried deep in her slick, swollen pussy. Another...