Can't Wait To Get Home
“I want to be naked,” I whisper into his ear. Oh, shit, did I really say that out loud?
“Oh, fuuck,” I breathe loudly. “Your fingers...” Having crawled through my pubic hair, dug around in my dewy slit, and caressed my swelling clitoris, Alain's fingers, three of them I think, are now wiggling their way inside me. My panties are around my ankles and my snug little short dress is bunched up just enough around my hips to allow the access. I lean over as I sit there, my hand gently stroking the warm shaft of hi...