Sometimes the clit ain't enough!
The day's heat required a nice nap. What better sleep than after a huge wand-induced 'O!' I've been worked up all week and figured it would be a matter of seconds. Ten, 15, 25 minutes??? My clit was frustrated and purple. She was there, but my brain wouldn't follow. What to do?
My fantasies, despite a strong lesbian marriage, became focused on him. She and I have talked of him and his wife, but now I needed to play it out. I excitedly searched for our long replica of him. I crouched over him on my knees, trying to find just the right place. Oh, yeah, now I've got the groove.
I rolled on my back, and I had him ride me. I shouted directions, leading him slowly and deeply to my magic button. There she comes, add the magic wand and flyyyy! Oh, yes, what I needed! Driving me and buzzing my girl until she quickly burst into repeated intense bullets. Squeezing and saying his name, imagining him cum-ing all over my hot girl.
Sometimes you just have to have the right dick!