"Fuck" was all she thought when he did those sexy, breathy, sex craving moans of his.
Immediately, she was wetter than a waterfall, thanks to him and her downstairs brain.
She couldn't get him out of her head. All she wanted was to be used and fucked by him like the ragdoll she is.
Being thrown onto the bed, tied to the bed post, him leaving hickeys down her body.
Him removing her clothes and as he does, more sexy moans escape from his lips into her ear, making her needy and horny for him.
Wet like waterfalls, and fastly coming too.
She just knew she needed him right then.
But she couldn't, cause she had to wait till she saw him that upcoming weekend,
For him to rail the shit out of her and use her as he wants, taking no mercy,
Pleasuring her in more than one way possible, relieving the sexual tension,
And fulfilling her sexual needs. She couldn't take it any longer, she called him
breathing heavily, he answers, hearing her moans on the other end of the phone.
His breath hitches, hearing her moans made him hard as a rock, needing to be touched.
He says through gritted teeth, "I will be over in 20" He grabs his keys and goes to her,
fulfilling her sexual needs.
