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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I'd slept late, enjoying luxuriating in the peace and quiet. It had been a full on week and I needed the rest. Staying in bed I started perusing fab, looking for a story or 2 to enjoy. I grabbed my bullet and started teasing myself.
Then my phone went. R knew it was my day off. We used to have regular sex but it had been a while. He was 6 foot, dark hair, nice body, big cock. I could enjoy that cock rather than just my vibrator. Why not.
I texted back inviting him over and telling him I'd keep playing with my bullet until he arrived. I knew he was 20 minutes away and I'd just put new batteries in the bullet. This was going to be tough. He's on his way. I pull on some gorgeous red and black Frenchies with matching bra. It was well padded so my 34FF tits looked even bigger! I promise I won't cum until he arrives but I'm immediately struggling.
He's 18 minutes away and I'm back on the sofa. I slip the bullet into my knickers. Please hurry I text.
15 minutes and I'm wriggling uncontrollably. I can feel the orgasm building. The highest setting on my clit is like torture. I can imagine him in his car racing towards me.
13 minutes. I'm soaking. I want to cum but I need to hold on. I text and tell him to let himself in and lock the door. I'll be on the sofa.
10 minutes. Please can I cum. I beg him. I need to. This is turning into torture. I'm on the brink. I need to cum. No he tells me.
6 minutes. I'm crying out for him. I need him. He texts and tells me as soon as he gets here he will lick my clit and taste my cum. It won't take much. I'm on the brink. |
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brilliantly written as always can't wait to read more 
