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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Clarice...)

A photo pops up of an unfamiliar pussy, the hair trimmed into a neat lightning-bolt shape. The lips are glistening with wetness. A tent starts to form in your jeans.

You: What a beautiful pussy, I’d love to fuck that.

Rachel: I’m touching it right now thinking about you.

You: This isn’t Rachel, is it?

Rachel: A magician never tells her secrets…

You struggle to think who the mystery pussy belongs to and how they got hold of Rachel’s phone. You’re tempted to continue the conversation, but you wonder where Rachel is, and whether she’s testing you in some way.