Whispers After Dark
“Jesus Christ, baby. I can picture them perfectly, those gorgeous tits bouncing while you touch yourself. I’m stripping too. Pants are coming off… boxers down. My cock is standing straight up for you, thick and leaking. God, it’s so fucking heavy in my hand.”
I could hear the rustle of fabric, then the unmistakable wet sound of his fist sliding over his shaft again, slower this time, savoring it. The image made my mouth water. I pushed my soaked black lace panties down my thighs and kicked them off, spreading my legs wide on the bed. My pussy was glistening, swollen, and dripping onto the sheets.