I picked up the phone. Her voice came down the line, or zapped my I-phone from some far off satellite.
"I miss you fucking me."
Off course my dick instantly rose. t remembered being inside her the other night.
"I think of your dick all the time. Of being on top of it, riding it sidesaddle."
Gee, how my cock loved being ridden by her pussy.
"Ok Babe, my cock is missing you too. Its erect right now thinking of you. I'll pretend my hand is your cunt gripping my penis, and whisking up the milkshake."
Her hair is boyishly bobbed, and she has tits like juicy pears. I recall her stockings with suspenders around my neck, as I filled her cunt with my cock. Her lips tasted like morphine, and her pink tongue felt like cock squirming in my mouth. There is something tremendously exciting about watching a person undressing for a fuck.
I know how my hyperadrenalized cock sticks out so hard, I feel it could break in two. You aren't looking away, and I can't blame you. My cock is my pleasure organ. And your cunt?. Your juicy peach begs to be entered. Your mons veneris excites my cock. We run our hands over the bones of our bodies. The smoothness of the skin feels warm, alive, and vigorous. She is head in my lap, kissing my cock till it screams.
Pornography post-orgasm. Everything gets turned off. It's as if a switch flicks off inside of my cock. Where did all that pent up juice go?. It left my cock. Now its clean up time. I wipe up my cum using a handkerchief. For an hour or two, sex is off the menu.
I've pissed in the toilet, and head back to my bed. A bed full of warmth, and the spicy aromas of sex. My cock is dripping pee that I didn't shake off. She is lying there with her post-fucked body showing her cunt drooling with my cum on the sheet. Her tits still look perky and well nippled. She reaches out her hand and grabs the end of my cock, and pulls it towards her. She stretches my cock as though it were a piece of elastic, a toy to play with.
"Come on. I want you in me again."