Distracted.

I’m not sure how long I had been lying there unable to quiet my mind; but I found my hand wan­der­ing, mov­ing down between my legs.  I was think­ing about many things.  One image was clos­est to the front though, one in par­tic­u­lar made my fin­gers slide inside with ease.

I’m on my hands and knees, I had beg you to cum on me.  Behind me you kneel, cock in hand, stroking faster and faster.  My chest is on the bed but my ass is held high, my legs are spread, I want to feel you cov­er­ing me.  You slap my ass just a lit­tle then explode, your cum cov­ers my ass and drips down over my pussy.  I can also feel the spray across my back all the way up to my neck.  I remem­bered your mouth and tongue, clean­ing me up but fuck­ing me at the same time.

That mem­ory was the one that got me out of bed and crawl­ing into your lap.

I don’t know what it is about you cum­ming on me.  I think it appeals to the side of me that likes to feel your hand around my throat; the side that loves it when you whis­per how you are going to fuck me;  the side that wants to be tied up and used and made to cum again and again.

I was glad that side was so ready last night.  Deter­mined to have your cock.  Know­ing that if I were to start to unbut­ton you that I would be met with a hard cock.

I liked slid­ing onto you so eas­ily last night.  I hope you enjoyed the surprise.

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