Waiting.

S___ is walk­ing. I was tired. Tired from a long day, not want­ing to be too exhausted to be ready. When he comes home I will be ready, naked in the bed, my freshly shaved pussy smooth and wet for him, wait­ing for his mouth. Spread out on my back, nip­ples hard from the chill in the air. Half asleep, half awake, antic­i­pat­ing his cock in my mouth, wait­ing to taste his sweet cum. We had made some rules for the week, some no inter­course rules, but right now more than any­thing I want to feel his cock deep inside me, I want to be rid­ing it, I want to see how deep he can go. But I will wait, I will fol­low the rules, when he comes home and feels my bare pussy I will hold him there, make him lick, make him suck, until I am shak­ing and scream­ing with pas­sion. Then I will open wide as he shoves his cock down my throat, pulling my head towards his balls, con­trol­ling my motion, mak­ing it what he wants, until he cums, fill­ing my mouth, or shoot­ing across my chest, or cov­er­ing my ass. All sound great to me. I’ll just wait.

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