She looked around the room. Which cock would satisfy her plump pussycat?. She noticed couples pairing up for the long-haul. There was a lot of snogging going on. Hands were vanishing beneath clothes. For a moment she allowed herself a fantasy. Undressing and laying facedown on the coffee table in the center of the room, her breasts hanging freely at one end, her rear exposed at the other end. A guy kneels down and cups his half full wine glass around her breasts, while another guy spreads her ass cheeks and begins licking her orifices. Everyone in the room stops what they are doing, and watch. The guy who is licking her holes stops, and opens wide his pants, and flops out his hardening cock. It's a beautiful cock. Long and straight. The guy with the wine glasses around her breasts, begins using them like a plunger, the wine plopping around the base of her breasts. She feels the weight of the other guys penis entering her. Some fantasies are meant to be shared, and other's not. They could stare all they want. Her nipples were hard as dowels in the bottom of the glass. His penis was even harder deep in her pussy. She moans with pleasure as the genital silk sinks into her velvet treasure.
The watchers ride with his cock, in and out, turgid there, quivering inside her box. Her white, smooth, female body excites them. He was kneading her ass cheeks as he fucked her. Horniness is like hunger. Its a natural bodily function. Her long brown hair covering her face. How quick the jailed up flavors ran. Squishy, squelchy, oystery. The guy had a slim angular body, and red hair. When he was nearly done with fucking her pussy, he slowly pulled out his long glistening cock from her pinky peach, and painted his man milk over her winking anus, rubbing his sperm into her crenulated orifice, which delighted her even more.
It was just a fantasy, but it juiced her pussy. She often had fantasies, even while being fucked. She has long, dark brown hair. Big eyes you could drown in. Her body is slender like a boy's. She deliberately wears clothes one size too small. Her black pants are thin and cleave her ass cheeks in two as she moves her hips. She knew the guys loved to watch her walk, her bum cheeks sashaying side to side. She has plump lips made for cock sucking. Everything about her is totally sexual.
And the toilet flushes, as she heads for the bed with not a stitch on. And the guy lying there takes his hand off his erection, and kisses her breasts, feeling her upper legs, her buttocks, her sex. The bed bumps the wall as they fuck the bejesus out of each other. She buried her mouth deeper into his, her tongue feeling the inside of his wet mouth, their tongues meeting in a kiss, their lips pressed passionately together. She loved the feeling of his hard sex inside of her, his naked body over hers, feverish and taut.
In the morning they share the split peach, one half in each mouth, the juice squirting across the sheets. She pulls down the sticky bed wear, and gives his penis a long kiss goodbye. The jukebox of the mind is playing innumerable tracs.
