In bed at night you touch yourself, and as you ever so lightly glide your fingers across yourself you wonder if I saw you masturbating, you wonder if I'm now touching myself thinking about you. And I am.
I like to watch you, touching yourself. I like watching you lay in the semi-darkness in your bed at night; I listen to your breathing, the sounds of you sliding against the sheets, your breath, purring, your legs open.
I can see you shaved and I'm struck with a flash of excitement, my cock gets immediately, vigorously hard. I can see the smooth bareness of your inner-thighs, your hand between them, your breasts and belly glowing, your eyes closed, your mouth slightly open, your hair around your face. I think about coming in the room, kneeling next to the bed, touching you kissing you. I think about you sitting on my lap rubbing yourself on my hardening cock, squeezing and pulling on it, making me hard. You ask me if I want you to put me in your mouth, and I say, yes, put me in your mouth, baby, and you do, saying in almost a whisper, I love sucking you, baby.
I rub your beautiful pussy, I touch your legs, your round sexy feminine bottom, your back, the touch like electric velvet. You slide your bottom toward me so I can reach you, and I do. You use both hands on me, you lick the head of my cock and then take me into your mouth again as I feel the smooth-softness of you, and how wet you are. My fingers dance over your pussy, don't they baby. Show me your beautiful little pussy, baby, and you do. Were you touching yourself while you watched me? I was. You breathe in. You suck me deeper into your mouth.
I love your figure, your curves, I love watching you, your mouth on my hard cock. I roll you over, and we 69. I love licking your pussy, flicking your clit with my tongue, mouthing you. You lay your full weight flat on me and you're weightless, my belly touching your belly, your breasts brushing my stomach. I bite at the insides of your creamy thighs run my hands over your back, run my hands up and inside your thighs, I reach around to feel your breasts, lick you as you suck me into your mouth, your hand moving up and down, fused, utterly in lust for each other.
We lay back together, my arm behind you, your head on my shoulder. I reach around your neck, over your shoulder, trace a line around and to your breast, to your nipple, squeeze lightly and then more firm. You ask me to touch you, to suck on your sweet little titties, to touch your sweet little pussy, and I do. I ask, do you like it baby, do you like it the way I touch you? yes, you answer, you touch me the way I like to be touched... you know just how to touch me, don't you?