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.
He’d stopped just before I came and he hadn’t either. What was going on? We’d both been into it. Both needed this. It’d been months since I’d seen him and I hadn’t been able to find release since.
Sex is great. Amazing. But I still crave my own touch. It’s another way to love myself and I am not a selfish lover. Shouldn’t I reap the benefits too? Today, the itch is more intense than it has been in a while. I’d awakened from my nap caressing my body better than another lover could.
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I was running off to work when he’d grabbed me by the throat, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me senseless.
It couldn’t wait. I needed to get off now and though to some it was horrid, I knew just the place.
I licked up her thigh tasting her juices. Her moans grew louder and wilder. I bit down In her thigh hearing the sweetest melody.
I’ve watched this carpenter sand wood the way that women desired to be be made love to. I’ve experienced his touch and still I was envious.
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