Jakki, I was thinking about you being fucked right now. I would love to see your pussy being used. It turned me on and my imagination ran wild. So, I wrote you a story. I hope you will be able to visualise what I have written and I hope it makes you wet. x
Jakki, it has been a while since we have seen each other. I have no idea what you remember of me but I will tell you what I remember of you. Long blonde hair, very sensual, likes to be touched and held, although there may have been an element of 'e' when that was the case. When we were out raving you always used to wear lovely tight, revealing clothes. If I recall correctly, you have incredibly well shaped, sized and weighted breasts. I remember, once, when we got back from wherever we had been, your nipples relaxed and they added a small bulge to your profile. But that was not the best memory I have from the clothes your wore. Your hot pants, wow, shaped your ass so well. I know I never saw your pussy in the flesh, but there was always a defined outline of your pussy lips on show. I wish I had had the courage to just kneel in front of you and trace those lines with my tongue. I would have loved to have heard your breathing quicken. I would love to have seen a wet patch show through.
We should meet, we should go back to the time we knew each other. We should get some MDMA and dope in. We should make a day of it. We should keep it secret from even our best friends. You should wear hotpants and a tight top. I will wear something that looks good, that you would find attractive. We should start off everything slow. Have a smoke and a small nip of crystal. Let that all sink in to our bodies, increasing all the sensations that are possible. We should share a glass of wine, put some music on and dance with each other, our hands roaming all over. We need to hold off as long as we can. As soon as we kiss, there would be no going back.
As we dance I would pull you close, I would feel your breasts pushing against me and you would feel my cock, starting to bulge, pushing towards you. You would turn 180 and we could dance with me rubbing my crotch between your ass cheeks. I would lean forward and start by kissing your neck, my hands cupping your breasts, kneading them slow and pinching your nipples. You would feel my cock hardening further against your ass. You push back further and we both know it's time. I push you forwards so your hands grip the arm of the sofa, you legs still straight, your ass outstretched. There is no need to be polite. I kneel behind you and pull your hot pants down to your ankles. I have your gorgeous ass and pussy in my face, I can smell you scent turning me on more. I put my hands on your hips, holding you tight and start to push my face towards your pussy. My tongue makes contact, I hear you catch your breath. I am encouraged by your taste on top of your scent. I understand why you like tasting yourself, it is like nectar.
I start to fuck you with my tongue from behind. I give your ass hole a little flick with my tongue and you squeal, part surprise, part joy. We become frustrated with the lack of access we have to each other so we stop and both sit on the sofa. You immediately lean towards my crotch and unzip and unbutton my trousers, demanding I stand up and take them off. I do and you jump forward to rub the bulge at the front of my boxers. You then peel them down and your eyes roll as my cock springs out towards your face. You take my big, purple, cut head in your mouth in a second, your hand grip my shaft and start pulling the skin, another goes down and cups my balls, rolling them between your fingers. It feels incredible. You have such a soft tongue and know how to use it, wrapping it around my shaft as you pull me into your mouth further.
