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there. Her hands... the way I wondered how they'd feel
around my cock. Her goddamn tits, small and perky, perfect
for my hands. She was made for me.
Fuuuuck.
I palmed my cock, squeezing at the base before pumping
my length in my fist.
She was in the room adjacent to mine. The walls were so
thin, she could probably hear me jerking off. But I couldn't
stop. I tried, goddamn it. I tried.
I was hard, aching and... I wanted her. More than I had
ever wanted anything in my life.
I shuddered as I imagined thrusting two fingers into her
sweet cunt. She would clench around me, moaning, and I’d
pull out, teasing her until she was writhing with need,
before pushing the same two fingers inside her mouth and
demanding she taste herself.
Such dirty, filthy thoughts.
Ragged, guttural groans spilled from me, and I muffled
them with my pillow. I pumped my cock with my fist, angry
for feeling this way but filled with so much need that I
couldn’t force myself to stop. The muscles of my thighs
tensed, my dick heavy and swollen in my palm as I got
closer to my release.
So. Fucking. Wrong.
So. Fucking. Right.
Thick ropes of cum sprayed my stomach and coated my
palm as I came, spurt after thick spurt, and I kept fisting
my cock, pumping it, until my body twitched and a ragged,
breathless groan came from my lips. “Lila.”