Today is Friday - do you know what I mean? We'll have dinner tonight.
Of course, we have to do this on other days as well, but Friday is a special night. I don’t remember when or how it started, but just thinking about tonight with you makes my back arch, and I try to snuggle tightly against the chair at my desk so that my panties squeeze me as tightly as possible down there. I arch my lower back and press my pubis against the edge of the chair. No one will suspect anything: everyone is buried in the screens, absorbed in their numbers, and it will never even occur to anyone that a woman is sitting in front of them, rubbing her pubis against a chair, imperceptibly squeezing her breasts, and if possible, pinching, hiding behind the monitor, papillae .. Or maybe my fools see everything, but out of delicacy they pretend to be completely ignorant? Once one of them admitted that during her husband's business trip, which seems to last six months, she masturbated several times in the evening in bed. I wonder why in the evening and why in the crib? (By the way, her husband later scolded her for this, well, maybe he didn’t scold her, but simply grinned - which, in principle, is equally bad and disgusting. Stupid :)
Most of all, I like to do it on weekends during the day, when I manage to stay alone in the apartment, soak in the bathroom, put my pussy under a thin stream of water, finish lying in warm water with foam, caress my body with a gentle lotion, then fall apart on fresh linen in lacy panties with a lifted bra, a lifted bra - after all, it excites me terribly in itself, the breasts stick out from under it somehow especially firmly, you can really do the opposite - lower it and dump the nipples out - this is also very good for them .. And even better - immediately put some toy in your panties, it sticks out so appetizingly, it looks like a man's penis in swimming trunks, and if the toy is big, then on your penis, my bunny. At such moments, I feel like a stronger sex, you can say - I'm proud!
With such a toy in panties, I walk around the apartment, I even try to make myself coffee, but usually it doesn’t work out - every step causes a rush of blood, I press my “dick” to myself, massage my lips from below, sit down on the bed and fidget on it from side to side. But, bunny, because I'm already wet, I'll have to lie on my back, massage myself below and, if the size of the toy allows, try to insert it a little inside myself. The most pleasant thing is when the toy sticks out of me and presses with its weight, pulls everything down, and if you also move your hips, it rubs my clitoris itself. This is a fairytale! But then patience ends, and I take the end of the toy sticking out of me in one hand, and with the fingers of my free hand I help my “tail”. If I want to finish quickly, first I rub my ponytail, and when I feel the necessary level of arousal (and this, I tell you, it looks like a desire to suck in my hole, well, at least something, can you imagine ... my hole starts to tremble, to me anyway it always seems that way, and some kind of sweet pain...
No, not pain! There is no exact description for this, everything inside seems to buzz and stretch :) When I start to feel it, I just sharply insert the whole toy, and if I do it on my side, I manage to push it as deep as possible, to the very cervix, it is in such moments everything is tense and touching it again causes the same indescribable sensation. Sometimes you want to gouge yourself there, in the depths, while even the tummy tenses up, especially at the bottom ... The simplest thing is to take and squeeze the muscles very, very strongly in order to grab the toy and feel all its bulges. Or you can pizdeishn.net just pump yourself up by holding the clitoris with the finger of the other hand, pressing on it or massaging it. Sometimes I want to sit astride a pillow, leaving the toy inside me, and move my hips back and forth, pull the clitoris from below, squeeze my hips until I come. In this position, my juices pour out of me very quickly, can you imagine - I pull out a toy, and it is all shiny and doused with dull white, with such a specific taste - it seems to me that your sperm smells like that ... We smell the same!
More like tonight. You will come home tired and I will undress you. Herself. I have never undressed a man, but I can very well imagine how I will unbutton your jacket, slowly, inadvertently (as if) touching your knees with my hips, finally you are standing in front of me in a shirt - through it I can clearly see your nipples, pink-brown , dark, they are so small and always stick out - maybe under my gaze? I'll take off my tie quickly, in one motion - and you're free. And then the most interesting thing will begin (for me) - and this is a real test: today you have nothing under your shirt, I find myself unprepared to suddenly see all of you, your such beautiful chest, the chest of a young man, and this soft fluffy hair on it, into which I immediately want to bury my face. Or maybe with your papillae, but according to the scenario, we have dinner first? Or have I got it all mixed up...
There are trousers - the last fortress. But you suddenly suddenly decide to help me and tear off your belt. Are you going to spank a girl?! But the belt flies to the side and now I get the most pleasant thing - to unfasten you below and kneel, dragging your last clothes with me ... Along the way, I (I won’t say - by chance) touch you with my mouth, as if inviting you, and you not against - BUT WE HAVE DINNER FIRST TODAY. What a strict boy.
I love watching you eat. You may smile when you read this - but for the first time in my life I began to admire a man who swallows in front of my eyes. After all, you swallow ME, licking your lips, carefully preparing pieces of me for the next portion in your mouth, and no matter how I twitch, you will still eat me. I was so carried away by this contemplation of you that I almost poured a milkshake on my knees. You say: "This cocktail wanted to cum on you, but you kept it."
What are you! I'm actually worse...
You got up to light a cigarette and somehow suspiciously carefully began to examine the table in the kitchen, slowly running your hand over it, as if by touch, as if determining by touch whether it was smooth and warm enough. I'm trembling - maybe I'll be a replacement for today's whipped cream dessert? Or have you decided to mix us up and satisfy your appetite in this way?
While I frantically rush from one thought to another, you put out your cigarette and suddenly start pushing me towards the table. AND THEN YOU RIP UP MY SKIRT...
(To be continued)