Hours after, she still feels the pleasure of his width inside her. She wants the constant throbbing to subside, but her pulsating vagina calls for him. She’s tried to ignore it, but she’s extremely wet again. She was hoping that after the last hard passionate fucking, her sexual longing would be at least temporarily quenched until she got back to him; but here she is, at work, moaning — her skillful fingers in and out of her vagina and rubbing the ridge of her clit again — her large nipples, erect under her white lace bra, and her white lace panties draping over her black heels on the bathroom floor.
Beautiful Thoughts 