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I’m on top of you wearing shorts,

A top,

You in sweats,

A shirt.

Hands on my ass as our lips dance on the couch,

My body follows suit to the rhythm & I grind,

Rubbing my pussy against your dick,

Slowly.

You grip my ass & make me go faster.

I could literally feel my pussy start to ache.

Almost like she needed to cum.

The scene changes & I’m against a wall,

Left hand above my head,

Being held by your right,

My right hand strokes you through your pants,

Your left is attempting to get between my legs.

A little freaky competition,

Who can make the other cum first?

I snap out of the dream & refocus on work,

Wet,

Horny.

Single.

I’ve heard that when you’re good at something,

There’s no need to brag or boast,

At least you aren’t supposed to.

Your work should stand alone & speak for itself.

Well in this case I say “fuck all of that.”

These hands are magical,

Gifted,

Skilled,

I’m a stroke enthusiast.

This is where I shine,

Give me a nice dick,

Some type of lubricant,

Sit back & watch me work,

If you can…

I’ll blow your mind.

Practice makes perfect,

Always.

And I’ve had my fair share,

I’ve volunteered my time to the craft,

Provided toe curling,

Pillow grabbing,

Face covering,

Orgasms.

I mean services,

It deserves a fee.

If there was a market for this,

I’d definitely stay booked & busy.

Two hand pepper grinder,

Twist & pull,

Cupping the head,

Using my palm to massage,

With different levels of pressure,

Gripping balls,

I’ll do it all.

For as many rounds as you can handle,

The length of time is determined by me.

My favorite way to dominate,

The ultimate way to tease.

And my end goal is always the same,

No desire to bring out Lucy,

No impure thoughts.

The freak in me is on a break?

Or a strike.

The yearn for touch isn’t there,

I’ve forgotten what it feels like to get wet.

My pussy isn’t broken,

Just tied to my emotions,

It hit me today that at my age,

My mom was already married with a child,

And about to give birth to me..

I’m not married or dating,

I don’t even like anyone lol.

No kids thankfully.

Because being a single parent?

I think the fuck not.

I dunno,

Part of me is sad,

Like I’m missing out.

Then another part feels nothing,

Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

It’s bittersweet.

Especially without Meeko.

I’ll truly be all alone on my special day this year.

A fine ass husband would be a great fucking gift.

Not sure where you order those from,

Maybe next year.

• car sex

• couch sex

• bedroom sex

• shower sex

• balcony sex

• changing room sex

• parking lot sex

• movie theater sex