I Couldn’t have Begged for a Better Fuck [m/f]

I opened the door to the room and immediately saw the jacuzzi tub in the corner. It was deep and I was ready to sink into the hot water. As my friend set up the lighting I began filling the tub with water. The sound of the rushing water filled the large room, and I found myself staring at the bed, wondering how he would take me first. I always try to get my ass in the air at the edge of the bed before he can even make his own plans. I want him to fuck me so badly, to pop this overwhelming longing. I slowly look back at him and he is hard, twisting the legs of the tripod into place, carefully checking that it is level, and I am watching his strong, capable hands and I want him to grip his hard cock and come over and give me that fat shaft. He caught my eye and smiled with that devilish, smoldering look in his eye. He’s going to make me wait. He’s going to make me beg for it. I’m just a mess down there, I know it. I don’t even have to feel.