Yes, the people here were mostly drunk and not paying attention to anything but it was too much. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted him to lose himself in me for as long as he wanted. I didn’t want to sound desperate for his affections but I was.
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I gripped the sheets underneath us hoping that I didn’t rip them to shreds first. Her back arched. Her hips bucked. Her other hand caressed her breasts before pulling each nipple in turn.
Subject HRNY69LVR was half dressed lying in the bed on her stomach. Her hand was underneath her and stroking her vagina. I zoomed the camera in to see her massaging her clitoris expeditiously.
Wetness, all me, coated my fingers making it easy to move them faster. I was growing tired of always needing you this way. And you didn’t even know, fucking shame.
Now that we were on the highway, it was time to put my plan into action. Pinching my nipple, I lowered my hand and began stroking my clit. Sideways glances came from him as he tried to watch and steer.
Have you ever awoken to what feels like the most intense throb between your thighs? Well, here I am. 6:42 a.m. on a Monday morning and my persistent clit won’t let me sleep. It’s the reason why my hand is kind of… well…
When it was time to take my pleasure I did, selfishly. I guess that’s the difference in his role versus mine. I claimed pleasure as mine and he didn’t put up a fight.
Mondays had become his favorite day of the week. I knew that I wrote for him but I wasn’t sure that he understood that until today. His call was brief but held so much promise.
“You’ve been a good girl lately. Snarky, but good. Time so see if I can get you all riled up like you graciously do to me. When I get home, be ready.”
Silence resumed and the sexual tension in the elevator was so thick it was difficult to fucking breathe. Her dress hugged every curve of her body displaying just how divine she really was.