Wild Thoughts

Talk until you run out of words. Then we will busy our tongues in other ways.

You’ve earned some dessert, babe. You’ve been working hard.

Woke up to your warm body against mine, TV still on from when we fell sleep watching reruns. I wrap my arm around you. I’m already hard from the touch of your skin, but an uncontrolled surge against the back of you brings you out of your shallow sleep. You wiggle your ass into me. You reach back and caress it over my shorts. I start to take it out and you move your panties aside. I slide right in. You start to gyrate as I pull your tit out. I cum in seconds, filling you. I stay inside as I reach around to rub your clit. You finish quickly, and loudly. We relax for a few moments. I slip out of you, we clean up briefly and fall back asleep. Magic five minutes no else will ever get or ever has. One time of hundreds of times.

This is just for us. Irreplaceable.

I truly know it.

Just to be clear. Bully me with your pelvis. The only task is for you to cum. Hard.

Visions of poorly shot cellphone videos tease my memory.

Your throne awaits.

Sometimes? Cure all.

Whatever you do, don’t stop and imagine how this would feel.

My generalized philosophy.

I’ll just do this for awhile, unless you have a better idea.

Edging contest. Words and hands only. No cumming.

Goals.

I wanna let you yap at me until this breaks out.

Text him and start to tease.

The slow, methodical mouth milking of my cock. She is an artist.