My thoughts, Mrs Sarge.
Musing about sex, seems to be more common lately.
Probably due to Covid.
Missing our friends, Jim and Donna,missing the intimacy, the feelings of a different cock, different touches and tastes.
I miss WATCHING my old man fuck Donna, as Jim FUCKS me.
Just the memories of that makes me wet and so sensitive between my legs.
I want Jim's thick cock inside me, stretching me, I want Sarge's cock all shiny and hard sliding into Donna's wet, delicious pussy.
I want the sounds of our sex play ,loud and arousing.
Feeling Jim as he pounds me, trying to push me thru the mattress.
My hands on his back, my legs spread wide, wanting all of him.
Every inch, every thrust.
That growing sensation, my body matching him, thrust for thrust, grinding my pussy against him.
Jim's hands squeezing my tits, almost painfully, not like the loving touch of my old man.
Not better, just different, exciting,Glorious.
Losing track of time, barely aware of Sarge and Donna watching, maybe Donna's hand holding mine, feeling thru her contact with me the thrusts of Sarge ,the rhythm.
Hearing them fuck, lost in the same pleasure I feel.
That feeling of FULLNESS, that only another woman understands, losing myself in it, wanting more.
Always more.
Wanting Jim to cum, feel him swell up just before he does, short, fast deep strokes in me.
Hearing Sarge as he moans his release in Donna, watching her suck on his still sensitive, slimy, hard cock.
The momentary loss of consciousness as I cum, lost in the sheer joy of being a woman.
Every part of my body abuzz with sensations.
That fabulous feeling of Jim cumming in me.
Wanting to be held and to hold.
Probably due to Covid.
Missing our friends, Jim and Donna,missing the intimacy, the feelings of a different cock, different touches and tastes.
I miss WATCHING my old man fuck Donna, as Jim FUCKS me.
Just the memories of that makes me wet and so sensitive between my legs.
I want Jim's thick cock inside me, stretching me, I want Sarge's cock all shiny and hard sliding into Donna's wet, delicious pussy.
I want the sounds of our sex play ,loud and arousing.
Feeling Jim as he pounds me, trying to push me thru the mattress.
My hands on his back, my legs spread wide, wanting all of him.
Every inch, every thrust.
That growing sensation, my body matching him, thrust for thrust, grinding my pussy against him.
Jim's hands squeezing my tits, almost painfully, not like the loving touch of my old man.
Not better, just different, exciting,Glorious.
Losing track of time, barely aware of Sarge and Donna watching, maybe Donna's hand holding mine, feeling thru her contact with me the thrusts of Sarge ,the rhythm.
Hearing them fuck, lost in the same pleasure I feel.
That feeling of FULLNESS, that only another woman understands, losing myself in it, wanting more.
Always more.
Wanting Jim to cum, feel him swell up just before he does, short, fast deep strokes in me.
Hearing Sarge as he moans his release in Donna, watching her suck on his still sensitive, slimy, hard cock.
The momentary loss of consciousness as I cum, lost in the sheer joy of being a woman.
Every part of my body abuzz with sensations.
That fabulous feeling of Jim cumming in me.
Wanting to be held and to hold.
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