Rolling over, I pressed my stomach to the bed and began riding my hand. I thought about how he told me to fuck his hand as I was fucking mine right now. My hips lifted in the air and I rubbed faster, remembering the way his penis stroked me through my clothes. The comforter felt cool against my hardened nipples. The weight and pressure, divine on my clit, and I moaned into my sheets. Slipping a small finger inside my pussy, I went in just enough and rocked back and forth, creating a firestorm of pleasure that was just seconds from erupting from me. "Your small, wet little pussy wrapped around
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