A shy, young virgin (24) begins a sexual relationship with an older man (59.) When his friends catch them in the act, she begins to fantasize about being used by his older friends...
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I'm so desperate for you.
My pussy is always wet, making it difficult for me to concentrate on my work, and it's only gotten harder to focus since I've been working from home. For relief, I take breaks to rub my clit or hump whatever I'm sitting on. Sometimes when I'm really desperate but don't have the time to do anything about it, I'll get on all fours, arch my back, and pretend your cock's behind me and you're about to press in. I only have the time to do this for a few minutes, but the fantasy does help.
Though I try not to, I always end up thinking about you. How hard you get, how thick you are, and then I'm right back to where I started; humping my chair and rubbing my clit as I try to distract myself from how empty I am. You're busy right now and have your phone off, but I wish I could call you and have you talk me through my orgasm. It'll end exactly how it always ends; me, almost on the verge of tears as I beg for your cock.
The first time you heard me beg you said that you couldn't believe I was a virgin. My hips were jutting up frantically in the air, begging for any kind of friction. I felt you get even harder against my leg, but all you did was laugh, and circle my clit. I rocked against it, practically riding the tip of your finger. You watched how loose I was becoming, how the little control I had was almost gone, and you called me your bitch in heat. We were both surprised by how much I liked that; I had never cum that hard before.
Each day, I swear my need gets worse. It's getting so bad that I might just bend over the nearest surface and demand you take what's yours, because it's no longer enough to have your fingers or mouth or to dry hump your cock. I'm open with my neediness, hoping that you'll take pity and press into me. How much I want you is in everything I do. You see it when you fuck me with your fingers, how the sound of my wetness fills the room, or when you're harshly fucking that one spot, the one that makes my eyes roll back and my hips jerk up as I squirt.
When I cum on your fingers, you always grunt and rut your cock against the sheets. I know you're imagining this feeling on your cock, imagining being deep in me and feeling the tight pulses as my cunt tries to suck every bit of pleasure it can.
You want to take it slow, for me to be certain that I want you to be my first, but I'm already sure. Can't you tell when I ride your thigh? Or when I told you I had been practicing sucking my toys so I could take you down deeper, so I could take your cum deep in my throat? My cunt always gets so red and swollen when we're together, so imagine how it'll be after I take your cock. It's always begging for you, always trying to invite you in, trying to lure you inside so you can sate the ache. I know you feel this desire too. I see it when I make your control slip, and I've been hoping that I'll make it slip so much that you'll just follow your instincts. I'm always hoping you'll finally use my hole the way it was meant to be used.
You haven't caved yet.