His cock was throbbing in my wet tunnel. I could feel the wetness of my own love juices and the cum from his last orgasm a few moments ago squishing inside of me with each thrust he made. He was still hard. He had the rare ability to remain hard and have several ejaculations before being down for the count. A more satisfying lover I’d never had. The way he teased my pussy and made me absolutely beg for him to slide his cock into me. He could play me like an instrument and have me dancing to his tune.
I was putty in his hands and he knew it. I wanted him to fuck me all day everyday. I never tired of his pumping shaft into the depths of my pussy. My cunt was owned by him alone and I wanted it that way. When I was at work, I would think of him and make myself wet at my desk when I should have been working. I’d email him and tell him I couldn’t wait to have his cock inside of me later that night. I was shameless in my sordid compliments about his cock and his skills as a lover.
When he had to go away on business, I’d masturbate nightly and think of when we’d be together again. My pussy literally ached to have his cock inside again. Even one night apart was torture for my greedy pussy. He loved when I’d say such things, it fed his ego and he loved it. Hopefully it won’t be long until his cock is in me once more, I feel empty and hollow without it throbbing within. The hot flesh, the cum filled balls slapping against me, Mmmm, I can’t wait for more, I need it very badly and very soon.
