I wanted to. So desperately, I wanted my tongue to explore her mouth while my hands slid her pants down, toying with her pussy. “I have to go, I really need to be to work early.”
As I drove through the rain, Bastille playing through the car, my mind wondered back home. I wanted to take her so bad, put her on the edge of the kitchen table where we enjoy our meals, play cards, and work, pushing into with all my might, gritting my teeth because she’s so tight. Plummeting deep, teeth on neck, her breath in my ear, practically pulling her off the table, I need to feel her near.
But alas, I have to go. I wished to hear her panting my name as my thrusts sent pleasure tsunamis crashing through her brain. But I am here now, time to clock in, I’ll keep these thoughts here, until the next time I can dive in- taste her sweetness and pleasure her again. So until next time….