She sat there reading her erotica, the way they described his tongue playing with her clit makes it hard for her to contain herself. Her hand moves up from her stomach squeezing her breast through her clothing her right breast getting the most attention. Her hips start to move her legs crossed as she craves more. Her hand moves back down and slides under her shirt and she pinches her nipple lightly making them harden quickly, her hips move faster. She takes her shirt off lifting it up over her head and her hands go to work her back arches, and her hips grind even harder then before. She needs it she flips her skirt up and starts rubbing her clit through her clothes. The second her hands touch she could feel the moisture between her legs. She moves her fingers in a circular motion making her moan. She continues going slowly then quickly then slowly again. She can feel her body pulsing, grinding her hips in time with her fingers. She slides her panties to the side, sucking each of her finger covering them in her saliva and then burring them inside herself. She gasps and if out of breath as she begins to move our fingers in and out of herself, adding slight bends at the tips of her fingers to hit the roof of her pussy. She begins moaning even louder then before slowly filling the house with her screams. She moans beyond belief as her fingers travel deeper inside her pussy. That's when he came home.
