kiss me on the forehead

Editt versus Largo's leg

"I need it," I tell you petulantly.

"what time is your meeting again?"

Half an hour. We used the time well. I came harder than I have in months. You held me and stroked my hair as I trembled on top of you.

I look at you like being your perfect little sex doll is my only role. You look at me like a man possessed.

I feel like a dehydrated man wanting to believe in mirages when I look at porn now. A fluttering oasis of water, the air vibrating in the distance. But nothing is the same as your mouth on my lips.

"Your breasts are so perfect. So impossibly perky. Just the right size for my hand."

He moved lazily as I arched into his movements. His index stroked the underside of my breast, and I shivered. His thumb brushed my nipple. I willed him to touch the other side.

But you could tell she liked it; there was a look of approval in her eyes, a deeper stirring.

He was so hard. His cock felt so good inside me. I buried my face in his neck as I moaned.

"Fuck, you're going to make me cum," he said.

"Then, I'll dry you off and put you in your robe. I want to kiss your neck and grope you until you can't take it anymore.

When i leaned over, you could see the curve of my breasts reveal themselves. A little point.

I leaned over in front of him. Looked up. Smiled.

I buried my face in his chest as my hips arched into his hand, my ass in the air, willing his fingers to go deeper. My hand reached for my clit, dripping wet.

"Yes," he whispered in my ear. "Touch yourself for me, _____. Play with your little pussy while I finger you until you cum for me."

"I can't!" I cried again. He looked up, his hands still on me, two fingers inside me, my cum running down his palm.

"See, the thing is-" he said, fingering me slowly -

I whimpered.

"-Everytime you say you can't, you still seem to come one more time."