Yeah. You. The guy I saw at the restaurant that night. I was sitting there in a pair of running shorts and a tank top. No panties. No bra. At the little bar stools near the windows. Texting a woman I was sexing that you were looking at my tits.
I was really opening my legs for you to look. Before my shower and before I was here showing you my pussy I was backed up on a toy. Stuck to the washer. I was bent over and fucking it from behind. My tits swinging, moaning a little. It felt so good to cum.
Now after I leave here. Knowing that you are going to jerk off to the hot mom you saw at the restaurant. I’m going to fuck myself again. Thinking about where I might let you cum.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zxwx5a/36f_i_know_you_are_still_thinking_about_me
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