thinking about how I’d love to be at home, about how uncomfortable my clothes were becoming, I get this vision. My body became over sensitized. I almost felt the tongue and a pair of hands running over my body. I could swear I felt those fingers trailing down my neck, my chest, to lightly tease the tips of my nipples. I could feel his lips against mine, kissing, toying with them, driving me slowly wild.
Damn I’m horny.
I want it. I want to be fucked. I want to be made love to. I want to be used. I want to be worshiped. I want to feel a body pressed close to mine, driving me wild. I want to come over and over again. I want to hear the moans and groans of my lover as he comes from the attention my lips, hands, and body have given him.
I want to feel warm lips enfolding my nipples. I want to wrap my lips around a velvety cock and feel it pulse with life and arousal against my tongue.
Damn I’m horny.
I want it. I want to be fucked. I want to be made love to. I want to be used. I want to be worshiped. I want to feel a body pressed close to mine, driving me wild. I want to come over and over again. I want to hear the moans and groans of my lover as he comes from the attention my lips, hands, and body have given him.
I want to feel warm lips enfolding my nipples. I want to wrap my lips around a velvety cock and feel it pulse with life and arousal against my tongue.
