I can't even explain how much I want you. All this time you've spent kissing me, I've thought about how much I want more. I want more of your lips on my smooth inner thighs, on my nipples, on my pussy. When you were between my thighs, my hands in your hair, your hands digging into my pillow-soft ass, I swear that you were kissing the inside of me. I push you away from my pussy and pull you into me for a kiss, and I can taste myself on you when I try to french kiss your tongue. Sweet, and I already see a little bit of my cream on the corner of your mouth. But that's enough. I'm done with kisses. I want to feel you stretch me out and fill me up.
Even with me on my back, with my knees together (to tease you, of course), I can see your cock sticking straight out, twitching in anticipation for its reward. I don't even know how big you are, but I can see that you'd stretch me out in just the right ways. I lick my hand while I spread my legs, and when I see you've begun to stare at my entrance, I take two slick fingers and open myself up for you. Initially, I was a shy girl that you met at a work party that would give you looks under her eyelashes, now a woman that you get to fuck. I'm still in my garters and my thigh-highs, and I bet I look so delicious right now. Wanton. Easy. And so, so, so... wet.
And tight. I slip two fingers in and I was surprised to find some resistance. I feel wet, wanting you so badly. And maybe it's because I haven't had a good, long, fuck fest in so long, but I guess that's even better for you. Maybe I'll feel like a virgin again. I think back to how you were grinding your hips into me with so much force but also so much smooth movement. I know that, when we fuck all night, it won't be like the first time my high school boyfriend disappointed me.