**[Bi] [30s/40s] [Choking] [Massage] [Creampie]**
It’s nearly 2pm, I’m on time for once. Barely. I quickly step out of the car, adjusting my dress hurriedly. Is he here already? A quick scan of the overfull carpark and I can’t see him. The sun overhead is blinding, already baking me with summer in full swing. I make my way up the hill to the front of the massage parlour, coming to rest against the rough brick exterior to wait for him.
It’s far too humid and I’m too worked up. Even in my light sundress and thong I’m starting to sweat. The slight breeze isn’t enough to cool my bare skin and I shift uncomfortably. Is it just the heat? The anticipation of seeing him again, lying near naked and just out of reach? I’m anxious, full of desire.
The last two weeks I’d been on edge, nothing able to fully satisfy me. My mind runs wild, remembering what set this off. Him, pressing me up against my car in a basement carpark. His hand tangled in my long hair, grasping the back of my neck as he growled into my ear. Telling me – ordering me – that my pussy was for his tongue alone.