Oh my God.
“More. I want more.” This is what I think. This is what I always think.
I want to see more, to imagine more.
Fucking isn’t at all what is in my mind. What I’m thinking of is pressing my face into your panties, inhaling your scent, breathing in deeply, breathing out, hot-ly, so you can feel the steam in my breath on your clit.
Pressing my finger against your clit, through those panties.
Pressing my palm, hard, against you.
Pressing you up against a wall, shoving my hand down your panties, feeling you, feeling how hot, how wet, how fucking ready, your cunt is for me, shoving my fingers deep inside of you swiftly, hard, deep.
I’m right, aren’t I? I’m right.