Won’t You Help Me Masturbate?

When I think of all the nasty things we can do, my cunny aches. I can feel the throb between my legs. I imagine your hot breath and my skin prickles and I have to catch my breath. I swear I can feel you inside me, our hips thrusting together…but you’re not here. It’s just me and my fingers. I want to hear your voice as they run along my slit, sliding further inside my tender young pussy. My nipples stand straight up and I breathe faster and heavier pretending it’s your tongue giving my little red button the ride of a lifetime. I swear I can feel your hands all over my body sending shivers down my spine and little quakes through my thighs. My back arches, my moans getting louder imagining your big, fat cock stuffing me and filling me up. It’s almost too much, but I want more. I can’t get enough. And with a final gasp, I groan and feel the water as I squirt, the heat and the glow pulsating through my tight body.

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