Bedroom Closet

Every touch seems enhanced, my focus fully on your hands.  Warmth fol­lows your touch as your hands cover me, press­ing firmly against the small of my back.

As you pull me toward you I feel every con­nec­tion.  My belly presses against yours, soft and round against hard and flat.  Your chest con­nects with mine, your nip­ples small and hard, your hair cre­ates a thin layer between you and I.  My breasts press against you, warm and soft, nip­ples hard and want­ing atten­tion.  Your cock smooth and hard pushes against my thigh as I push my leg in between yours.

Lips press against mine, their shape con­form­ing to mine as the short bris­tles on your face rub against mine.  I feel every touch from your fin­ger­tips.  Each trace dis­tinct.  Every touch leav­ing a mark.  My nip­ples respond imme­di­ately to the most gen­tle brush; my pussy is wet the moment you linger near.

As you enter me I feel every inch.  You fill me and press fur­ther as I sink onto you.  I push more, I want to feel every part of you.  As I ride your cock I feel your balls press­ing against my pussy and ass.  Harder I press, want­ing more and more, lov­ing every sensation.

My breasts sway as I work my pussy into a frenzy.  My nip­ples brush against you want­ing to be in your mouth.  One more push, and I cum.  Warmth spreads from my pussy up to my face, bring­ing that inde­scrib­able plea­sure with it as I cry out and slow my pace.

I can’t imag­ine you being deeper inside me; then you roll me over, cock still in place, and plunge fur­ther inside.  Your weight presses against me and I open up to you.  My legs want to do so much; they want to wrap around you and pull you closer; they want to lie tight and flat pressed down onto the bed, immo­bile so that you have to work harder to be inside me; they want to spread fur­ther open­ing myself up ris­ing to meet you, tak­ing all of you in.

Your hands pull my hair, mov­ing my head to a posi­tion of your lik­ing;  I feel your cock throb at this show of desire at tis moment of dom­i­nance.  My arms held tight above me I feel the strength of your arms press­ing them into the bed.  Pound­ing harder and faster you slow for just a moment then hold.  Inside you fill me, each pulse shoot­ing your hot cum deeper.  I could feel you cum for hours.  My pussy clamps around you tighter want­ing to suck you dry before you roll to your back to catch your breath.

Fan­tasy has by no means left me; I do how­ever feel very present, with every moment fuck­ing you being filled with thoughts of right then, want­ing to feel every second.

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