It’s been weeks since we’ve fucked, only being able to slake our desires by masturbating together over FaceTime or you sending me premade videos and jerk off instructionals. I’ve sent you plenty of erotic stories, just like this one, filled with detail and steamy imagery. But tonight we get to see each other and you want to make it special.
You haven’t touched yourself in days to make it even more intense for you. You’ve wanted to so fucking badly though, sending me pictures of your drenched panties in the middle of the day. I can practically taste your pussy through my screen. I want you bad babygirl, and I know you want me too. You keep telling me how your snatch aches for me to fuck you raw.
When I get home and throw my bag down you’re sitting on the kitchen counter wearing one of my T-shirts. You uncross your legs to flash your white crotchless thong to me. I move to you and our mouths meet, your tongue beating mine back to trace my teeth and the inside of my lips. My hand immediately hoes between your thighs to be greeted by a slippery warmth that covers my hand as my fingers tease at your folds. Your labia slide between my fingers as I rub your pussy before inserting my middle finger into you.