Sometimes I find myself with a finger or two in my mouth, imagining I’m seducing a man, my hand over the crotch of his pants waiting to feel his cock plump up and harden under my palm and fingers. I hold his hand by his wrist, after placing his pointer and middle fingers out as I look him in the eye. The tip of his fingers press in between my soft, wet, warm lips until they pass through to my tongue. It gently and carefully glides under both fingertips, swirls to the right over the top of them circling back under, gently sucking in more of his fingers until my lips meet his hand. My eyes still locked with his, my throat lets out a small breathy moan. Now I can feel his cock rock hard in my hand, my hand rubbing it back and forth, squeezing the tip while my tongue is dancing on his fingers, the tip of them touching the back of my throat. God I love hearing men finally let themselves go. The moans, groans, grunts, and breaths make my clit and nipples tingle. My hand still holding his wrist, my lips glide back to the tips of his fingers. Looking at him still I take my other hand back, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants so my hand is one layer closer to feeling his hot throbbing dick. I don’t think I can handle divulging in these thoughts any longer. I’m going to break.
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