Masturbating To You
If I close my eyes, I can see you walking up the front steps. You open the door and scoop me up in your arms and hold me tight. You lean down to kiss me, your tongue is hot and heavy in my mouth. Your hands slide under my shirt against my skin, under my bra, and you squeeze my nipples hard.
We sink to the floor and you pull my skirt down and find me slick and eager for your touch. You slide your fingers in, and I start to cum almost immediately. You bite my neck as I orgasm into your hand, the pain and pleasure intermingle, making my orgasm deep and intense.
Pull down your pants and in one swift movement, you’re inside me. I’ve missed you there, deep inside where it’s just you and me.
You fuck me hard and strong, pushing me over and over as I twist and cum beneath you. I feel your breath quick and wet on my neck. You moan from the intense pleasure and your dick throbs, wanting the release.
I look up into your eyes and you lean in to kiss me just as your start to cum inside me.
That’s what I see when I masturbate to you.
