Gripping the edge of the bed, I feel my sexual tension build, edging steadily toward the point of no return. Sweat begins to pool on my tummy, my back arches and a low animal moan escapes my lips. Every inch of my taut body is on fire from the loving caresses I have been receiving. I writhe toward hands that know a thousand ways to make me hot. As my cunt wraps around the familiar stroking fingers, I think of nothing else but the pleasures that are being bestowed. Stewart’s fingers are driving into my vagina with deep, forceful thrusts. Two fingers, then three: I feel stuffed to the brim, my clitoris red-hot as he rubs it vigorously with his other hand.

I’m almost there, the desire for his cock increasing my need, my pleasure. He senses my impending explosion and goes at it with unleashed masculine energy,... Read More