Whirl Wind

He always seems to get the best out of me. The way he touches my body so sensually without even touching me, he fucks me mentally.
Got this pussy so wet that it’s throbbing, but he’s nowhere in sight and I gotta have that dick tonight. Rubbing my nipples through my t-shirt, getting a tingling sensation as they get hard. My body starts to crave your touch. I start touching and rubbing on myself more, it’s giving me an adrenaline rush.
Thinking to myself “damn I want you so much” My hand slides down thighs as they open up. Fingers wet as they slide across my clit and the other hand is dry because its holding the left tit as I get wetter and wetter. Inserting two fingers as I reminisce about that feeling of his magic stick. Fast and fast I get, wanting the dick. I better slow down. I don’t want to cum to quick. Moaning and slow grinding my hips from the thought of how hard his dick would be. Talking to him as if he’s there. “Yeesss daddy, now kiss this pussy for me. I’m ready to cum and I want your tongue to help me.

Picking up my pace as i have the thought of you letting me put my juices all over your face. Heart pound and fingers going in and out/ up and down, round and round.. Moaning louder. ” Daddy, catch it cum here.”.. Shivering, shaking and a jerk from that last stroke. My body let out a big gush. Running from my body into the bed. As the pace slow down I whisper “Shit, I love that head.”..
Legs weak from that orgasmic release. They’re shaking so hard as I change the sheets. I wonder if he do the same when he thinks about me. Stroking on his meat. Rubbing on the back of my neck. I start to get that feeling again. Squeezing my nipples I tilt my head back. Licking my lips as I get ready for another whirl wind.
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