The Thought of You
My pussy starts dripping the minute I close my eyes and imagine you. The way you touch me, feel me, completely captivate me. My body becomes a slave to your hands, your fingers. Caressing the length of my slit. Pressing down with just the right amount of pressure, threatening to penetrate my hot hole, teasing my clit, until I thrust my hips forward, begging to feel you inside. I furiously rub circles around my clit as I imagine the feel of your fingers slipping inside me. Feeling me, massaging me, exploring me, commanding my body to release. I plunge in and out rapidly, pressing harder and harder on my clit as my body begins to tense. I look down, watching my fingers as I pleasure myself, thinking of you. My head falls back in ecstasy as the juices gushing from my pussy soak the sheets.