Getting [f]ucked by my boyfriend

I am sitting cross-legged on my bed, wearing a t-shirt and underwear. I am leaning back,

and I can feel the friction of my breasts against my t-shirt as the wetness between my

legs soaks into the material of my underwear. I am watching you undress. You pull your

shirt over your head, and I take in the sight of you in just boxers. Your torso, strong and

lean, the trail of hair going down your stomach my eyes follow that disappears into the

waistband of your underwear. I can see your erection beneath the fabric, and I feel the

tingling sensation between my legs intensify. Your legs – lean; muscular thighs, defined

calves.

Without breaking eye contact, you pull your underwear down over your knees, and you

take your cock in your hands, making me watch as you touch yourself. I can feel the

wetness between my folds. *Take off your clothes.*

I sit slowly up, and pull my t-shirt over my head, the cold air of the room meeting my

skin. I pull my underwear down over my legs, and feel the exhilaration at being so