ColeFaster now, my grip tightening as the fantasy deepens: I imagine pinning her down on the couch, her legs splayed wide, that soaked pussy exposed and begging. I'd tear her panties off, bury my face between her thighs, tongue lashing her swollen clit while she bucks and moans, her juices flooding my mouth—sweet, musky, addictive. My strokes quicken, hand twisting on the upstroke, the pleasure coiling tight in my gut as I envision sliding two fingers into her tight heat, curling them to hit that spot that makes her arch and cry out, her walls fluttering around me like a vice.“Fuck, Eunia,” I mutter through gritted teeth, hips jerking into my fist, the water pounding my shoulders as I thrust through the soapy lather. In my mind, she's on her knees now, those full lips wrapping around my cock, sucking me deep with wet, slurping pulls—her tongue swirling the underside, eyes locked on mine as she hollows her cheeks and takes me to the back of her throat. The sensation in my hand mimics
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