Refused. Rejected.
He constantly flakes and I don’t have time for that. I wanted a good hard fucking. I need to shove his head down between my legs and force him to eat me. Not meant to be. I want someone regular.
I put the phone down. I flip over in bed. My hand delves beneath the comforter and slips over my thinly clad body.
Since the weather hasn’t cooperated and we are going directly from summer to summer with a short span of autumn/spring as the buffer, my pajamas are decidedly light. I wear a tiny pair of boy shorts and a fitted little t-shirt. That’s all.
The worn, soft fabric of cotton rubs against my finger tips. The gap between top and bottom reveals a slice of soft, supple skin. As my finger tips trace over it, I shiver, wishing and thinking of your touch.
You. I know. Wouldn’t. Let. Me. Down.
My knight. Rescue me. Alas, distance separates us this night. My hands slither beneath the soft cotton of the alluring t-shirt. I cup the fullness of my breasts and allow my finger to strum back and forth over my raspberry nipples.
My hips squirm. Sooty lashes flutter down on my chocolatey eyes. My back arches and I sigh softly. Pinching and tugging, I tease my nipples. I know your hands, the weight and feel of them on my tits. I think of their nimble touch. I think of your weight pinning me against the firm mattress as you lavish them with attention.
You encourage the sweet moans and sighs of passion with your taunting touch. Your mouth, so beautiful with the full thick lips that curve all to easily into a knowing grin, hover over my nipples. Your tongue snakes out and wets them as you feel my hips pressing against yours, rubbing, grinding against your cock.
That cock, glorious hardness that I need.
My unrestrained antics tell you I want it. I need it. I crave it.
Inside. Of. Me. Now.
I see you pause. I watch you rise and divest yourself of your boxers. You resume your place. You tease us both. Your cock rubs, rocks and rolls against my slit. The head nudges my clit. Sending waves of pleasure and turmoil through me, I writhe beneath you.
“More, please” I say. Huskily and drawn out tones begging for what I need. Your hips grind faster.
I shatter, splinter into a million little pieces as I cum. Hard. Loud. Shaking. Pleasure so intense I squeal. Your hips continue to move. I feel yet more pleasure building. As it crests, you thrust your cock into me. Your teeth grit as you feel the explosion around you. My cunt massage your cock as it pulses and creams.
Sooty lashes rise. A fine sheen of sweat on my brow, I throw off the light blanket. I pull two fingers from my juicy cunt. Bringing them to my lips, I lick and suck them clean, wishing you could watch. Wishing you could taste them on my lips.
Now listening: Pulp:This Is Hardcore:Radioactivo[5:14]
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