The panting is too much to bear,
and my desperation is reaching a peak.
A peak needs a trough, as cold needs warmth and white requires black.
Black,
Black minidresses
Black cock
Fuck I'm dazed...
By 7am I had somehow fallen asleep and by 9am the sunlight had peaked through the curtains and onto a bed, the right side empty and the left side occupied.
Rachel had gone for a jog, and she was correct when she said that the next time i saw her she would be dressed.
But for now, I'm fulfilling my order...
A warm, fat shaft is in my hands. It had been standing at attention when I awoke and Ryan had rolled onto his back in the night. I had found myself on my belly beside him.
I think I subconsciously like to sleep on my belly to press my clitty into the bed, limiting its ability to grow. If I were a real man, I'd lie on my back and let it point to God, connecting my masculine rod with the divine.
Instead, I lie in hellish sin, my tiny thing hardly making a dent in the mattress.
I had removed my underwear in the morning and now I'm on my knees atop the bed, the duvet cover peeled back off of Ryan. My back is slightly arched and my bottom is on my heels, my legs spread slightly so my balls could hang as much as they could manage. I've got one hand on Ryan and one on my thigh, my clitty fully leaking already (it doesn't take much).
After 5 or so minutes my breathing has deepened and yet quickened. My mind is stopping myself from pumping Ryan's shaft as I like to pump myself, as fast as possible.
Oh how I love a premature orgasm.
Really, I fucking love it.
I love to see how quickly I can do it.
And what I really love, what makes me really go into bimboland, is seeing if I can cum limp. Completely limp.
I let my clitty get soft, as soft as it can go, and I vibrate my thumb and forefinger on my head as fast as I can hoping to cum without so much as a pump of blood heading to my limp excuse for a penis.
He's wriggling in his sleep now, and the birds are chirping outside the window.
My hand barely can wrap around his cock. I wonder what it feels like inside me.
I have a steady pace going, and im ever so slightly bouncing up and down on my heels mimicking the same rhythm. I want to make myself feel like I'm on him badly.
My back is arched even more and my mouth hangs open slightly. I stare down at him, he's still deep asleep but his brain is being drained of blood.
As is mine.
And there's a noise, the creaking of a door.
Rachel is back.
Her sweaty face peaks around the door to the bedroom and she clocks me, stroking her man off and bobbing up and down in time with my pumping hand.
A little smirk appears and she slowly steps in.
It's worse than I thought. She had gone out wearing some tight gym shorts and a sports bra. Her hair is up in a ponytail but she now takes it down and goes to peel her shorts off. She notices her little cuckold slut staring and makes a hand gesture to me, indicating that I should close my eyes.
