alone. alone and horny. alone and horny and i need him. alone and horny and i need him and if they don't fuck me i'm gonna lose my mind. we're not even talking right now and they still make me so fucking hard. how?? mystery.
i keep thinking about being in bed with just my underwear on. feeling their soft touch on me, almost casual, but i know they're pushing all the buttons they can find to see what makes me the most flustered, what sends chills down my spine, what makes my breath pick up its pace. they'd be teasing me with their fingertip, grazing on my skin, until they reach my underwear, feeling how much i've wet them already.
"what's happening down there, baby? let me take a look."
they'd move between my legs, caressing my thigh with a hand and looking at the wet patch growing and growing on my underwear. they wouldn't even bother to take it off, just move it to the side enough to expose my twitching dick and my wet cunt. of course it ends up with them fingering me until i can't speak anymore and topping it off by fucking me until we're a panting moaning mess all over each other