2 Twin Turbos
The sound of you entices me because I know when I turn you on that you are strictly business, feeling your smooth surface surging down my thighs is electrifying my sense of urgency in my clit to feel your touch sooth all my sensitive spots.
By the time you reach your destination; sensations of your new location is starting to me moisten up, on top of the hood then pushed back to expose my swollen and now fully erect honey suckle....the electricity intensifies my sensors even further causing my body to buck, “fuck” I say under my breath, pussy crying from self inflicted harm, gently probing my finger horizontally in and out of the clear sticky ooze just deep enough to excite me while rhythming a tapping motion. Outer as my body experiences maximum anticipation of climax, I slip my finger all the way in *squish*, cuddling my gspot fast.
The electricity has made full on contact reacting in my body convulsing, hips gyrating to meet each shockewave, and I can now sense time creeping close to my releasing, finally bursting from inside the damn spraying down bed fabric and sheets like febreeze, essence trickles down between my ass like a fresh fountain stream, vaginal walls accepting and disagreeing back and forth parting ways then rejoining back together again, heart racing from inside Grafenberg’s body himself...nipples still radiating and clitoris still dancing steady probing opposite of stealth.
I should really get up and clean this mess but the dopamine exerted over my body dwells over me like a heavy weight, thinking to myself damn....if masturbation is a sin then why the fuck does it feel so great!?