I have imagined us in every city I've travelled through. In Amsterdam you touched me under the table in that coffee shop until I lost control and called out your name. In Arizona you made my favorite fantasy come true and I became yours. When I was good, you spanked me, letting me cum on your fingers or the handle of the paddle. When i was bad you tied me and made me wait, touching, licking, and teasing me, doing whenever you wanted, whenever you wanted.
In California we drove down the Pacific Coast Highway, my hand in your lap slowly exciting you, unzipping, licking just the tip of your cock, wrapping my lips around your head, sucking you deeper and deeper into my warm wet mouth, getting on my knees, my dress blowing in the breeze exposing my ass and the plug you'd inserted to prepare me to take your thick cock deep. Needing to be skin to skin so badly we pull off, you bend me over the car and fill me, the surf crashing and cars passing just a few feet away.
In Cuba we were lovers. Kissing deeply, no hurry. Moving onto you, looking into your eyes as I press your head inside me, holding you tightly, trying not to cum, feeling myself getting wetter, opening for you, sliding down to take all of you, slowly moving, your thick cock stretching me, pressing against my gspot, leaning back, my fingers moving to my lips, my clit, unable to wait, cumming, seeing you, saying your name. Moving between your legs, your hand guiding your cock into my warm, wet mouth, turned on licking my cum off your head, shaft, balls. Needing you to fill me, my fingers on your back pulling you deeper, moving together, feeling every curve of your cock as you slide slowly out and bury yourself deep. Afraid to feel this way, afraid to stop.