I’m rolling a blunt and waiting on you to get home. In my high school t-shirt and floral VS panties, thinking about how you love seeing me, even in this. I’ve missed you and more than once today I’ve thought about how your hands feel against my breast and my nipples get hard. How it feels when you spend hours working me up, just to be excruciatingly slow in giving me what I want. You have me waiting for my next orgasm like I’m a drug addict waiting for her next fix. My heartbeat is racing and I’m wet already just waiting for you. I pretend my hand is yours for just a moment and touch my breasts and I move lower, down my stomach, and to the waistband of my panties. I play with the elastic, wanting to touch myself so bad, but I know you wouldn’t like it, so I don’t. I’ll wait for you because the feeling of your hands on my waist, holding me tight while your cock pounds into me, building me up for the moment I won’t be able to think or see further than you in front and inside of me, is completely worth the wait. I can feel myself clenching around your cock, feel you cum, Making me yours. The comedown is spent in your arms, your heartbeat grounding me to earth, and your hands and mouth making me want more. Always wanting more…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/pps7ge/always_wanting_more
Really hot