Today I sit here at work, the leather of my desk chair, only a reminder of whats to come tonight. Oh tonight, I’d finally break the dry spell. It had been a month since my body had been worked over just right. A month since my toes curled, in pleasure. A month since his name fell off my lips like a prayer while we lost ourselves in each other. Just thinking about it makes me rub my thighs together. Makes my pussy drip in anticipation and theirs still hours to go. Hours and hours before his breath would meet my neck and turn it prickled. Hours before my body would twitch and writhe under those hands. How ever will this cock slut make it until then?
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