I'm Wet

I'm sopping wet right now.

And it's all your fault.

All I can think about is the taste of your precum
 on my tongue as you stroke and play in my hair.

My body aches for you.

My tight pussy is begging for you,
your fingers,
your tongue,
your cock,
your cum.

I want the hot, uncontrolled passion to burn in your eyes.

I want you to need my wet cunt so badly you take me at the door,
On hands and knees,
Your fist in my hair,
Your name on my lips.

I want you to drag me to bed,
but unable to wait, force me over the dining room table,
and plunge inside me again,
until my cum soaks us both,
and puddles the floor.

I want more.

I want it all.

Everywhere.

I want to feel your tongue exploring and nibbling my legs,
Your hands spreading my thighs,
Your soft kisses on my pussy lips,
Taking my slippery hole in a divine French kiss.

I want you rough and demanding.

I want you gentle and passionate.

I want to make you moan,
and beg,
and cry out.

I want you.

I'm wet.  

And it's all your fault.