Of course, that is what we do, when we use our fantasies to fuel our orgasms. Do they do it like this? Too hot for words. He puts on a condom and lubes me, getting me ready with his finger.
He turned away from me quickly. Meeting his eyes with a beaming smile, I lick my lips, then tilt back my head and swallow, blowing his mind. He only wants to share the night together. Do they do it like this? His hands are on my head, with his fingers clenching my hair. The rest is, well, some fact, some fiction, some fantasy. She sticks out her tongue and licks along the tip, then makes a face. I get the bottle of lube and my vibrator. She leaned in closer. I look back at him, and he reassures me with a smile. Her eyes plead and I hold her down by her jaw, cautiously but firm, and work my hips. Do it for your Daddy. I remind her that I frequently wipe lube over her skin. Do it, again, right now. I fall asleep with my binder on and wake up to pull up the covers, flip off the nightstand lamp, an hour later, and I slip my arm under her neck and pull her body close to me, holding her close all night. That dirty mouth and those dirty holes and her sweet girlish body and nasty desires. Embodied silicone only goes so far. She was wet, and moaned a little, making a little mewl of protest when I slipped them out. As I dropped my panties to the floor, I ran my hand between my legs, stroking a finger up and down my slit. I pull her to me, down to my chest, when she comes again. Doing it times two is just so much better. I lean back and shove my fingers in, start working her g-spot and her clit between two fingers and my thumb, still pressing her back down into the bed. I hold her there a minute, stroking her hair, then push her back up to sitting and hold her wrists again. I wish it was more consistent, to come inside her, to get off while she writhes. Am I so desensitized? It makes me so wet and tingly as I stroke my vibrator over my clit and into my pussy.
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