“I think that only one of us is going to get what we want tonight.” His free hand moves to his waist and I watch as he snaps his belt open and awkwardly shoves the sopping wet fabric of his pants down enough to release his cock. My mouth waters as he wraps his fingers around himself, sitting up slightly so he’s hovering over my chest. I watch him shamelessly stroke himself for long minutes, my thighs rubbing together in a pathetic attempt to dull the incessant throb of my pussy. But it won’t help. Nothing but his touch, his mouth, his cock will give me anywhere near what I need. It’s just a
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