He told me about a new toy he got. It’s a pocket pussy that has suction. He told me when he used it the first time, he edged himself for 15 minutes. Now, that’s all I can think about…
I want to watch him edge himself over and over. Work that pussy nice and slow, up and down along his shaft. Watch his chest rise and fall, hear his breath catch as he gets close to release… but then stop because he knows I won’t let him. He knows what I want. He’s a good boy. My hands aren’t on him, but the look in my eye holds more power than my grip ever could. I want to see his jaw clench and temples pulse as he gets near but never quite gets his release…
I want to be the one holding and working the pocket pussy. Gliding it along his rock hard cock. He’s mine. Can’t touch or do anything. He can only watch and suffer in pure bliss as I bring him close time and time again, but refuse to let him cum. Even his cum is mine and I won’t let him waste it inside some toy.
After I bring him to the brink one final time, as his breath gets faster and sweat beads his brow, I disengage the suction, push him down on his back, and sink his cock all the way into my dripping pussy. I grind down hard as he lets out a moan of ecstasy and pumps his full, hot load deep inside me.
He melts into the bed, completely spent. I kiss his forehead and tell him what a good boy he is. I only let him rest for a minute before I tell him to clean me up, however… With his tongue >=)
But that’s a fantasy for another night…
Someday, my Mister Bear, someday… ??????♀️
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mwotap/fantasy_of_the_bear_next_door_and_his_new_toy_f_m