Turning Me On
A quiet night builds into uncontrollable, lusty need
It was a quiet night at the Blackfeather residence. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Fucking fuck my hot cunt. Take my pussy. Use it! I’m your slut, your toy; use me. Fuck me; please, fucking pound me hard and deep.” My body was writhing in horny bliss, my pussy pouring sexual heat, soaking the bedsheets. The T-shirt I’d worn to bed, his shirt, lay on the floor in a crumpled heap, and the blankets had been tossed to one side, reveal...