The Girl He Craves

He had been ignoring me all along, pretending

now?

Instead of responding to my

pleasure, closing his eyes again.

into my hole he had claimed

tongue in my hole before kissing my p**sy softly.

my mind grew back foggy and the

questions I had for him are now

I needed him, desperately so.

G*d, I had even missed gripping his hair.

that they were losing their sanity?

tugged at his head to come closer.

his shoulder as the tips of his fingers

up every inch of my c**t.

tongue could touch every inch that was possible for him to reach.

to my fingertips.

my nub before dipping one of his fingers in my opening.

he curls it inside me before adding the other

I squirmed a bit.

bit uncomfortable to feel his thick fingers inside

to his intrusion.

me out

It’s been so long….

drenching his fingers.

and out of me.

bit rougher as

my walls.

mess between my thighs.

to move my hips.

fingers he pulls

from my core entirely and

his fingers listening

anticipation and desperation.

the desk.

huskily while throwing his shirt on the floor while going to quickly unbuttoning

and my p**sy quivering

the boss

just couldn’t seem

without aligning with

his briefs slide right

his briefs looked

how really huge

the familiar creaminess of his white precum

trail over my lower lip

inside me after

p**y tingling so

c**kbefore

of his c**kcloser to

the other guides his c**kinto my

not pulled

his c**kpushes inside my

up around him.

his c**k penetrating

he’s