Buried Treasure

I waited for you to discover the jewel hidden between my cheeks- laying across your lap my ass swaying to tease you, my tits gazing your lap as your hands begin their examination of my panties, my ass, and my hidden treasure.

Whispering in your ear, while I push my pussy into the pads of your fingertips–
"I'm wearing something for you, you'll have to find it."

Shifting around so my ass is directly on your lap in some form of a reverse cowboy, but with my hands on the floor and my feet on the couch one on each side outer thigh–  almost in a push-up– my ass up, pointed in your direction–  swaying the green sparkle of the jeweled plug trying to tempt you.

Pulling the fabric of my panties from my ass your fingers explore my pussy and the plug filling my ass. I can't help but begin to bounce, my pussy always does the moment I begin thinking about getting fucked.

The evening is nice and long, we twist and roll around — from couch to floor, to bed and back again.

Your fingers in my mouth, licking and sucking them down like I want them to be your cock- first one then two sliding on my tongue and down my throat. Our bodies rolling around the floor, my full tits spilling out across your torso, their flesh caressing your cock- everything warm– you make my breast plate sweat in the best way.  

The evening moves in increments of slow motion.

Getting the inkling to have you fill me– I rise or almost seem float above you, still wet from my mouth your fingers are raised in the air- relaxed, but raised- I slowly drop my pussy down around them. How I love that feeling of you filling me as I slowly begin to surround your fingers, a slow fuck grind on your hand– my pussy pushing and pulling you in. The plug that fills my ass makes my pussy feel open and pulsing around your fingers- all of it making me feel high and cunt greedy. I am loving the way your fingers fuck me.

From your fingers I lower to your mouth so you can taste how wet you have made me– sliding my lips across your waiting tongue. There is a simple connection– slut companionship, the death of youth commonality, and understood solace– whatever it is, it is of no matter, because the connection is enough to make me want to do dirty girl things with you.

We tangle, wrestle our limbs– my mouth loves on your cock– giving in to a mix of mouth and hands. I dip my fingers into the coconut oil– solid, but liquefies instantly in the warmth of my hands to your cock. When you are sufficiently oiled and slick, my hands moving with lubricated ease, I begin a nice slow perineum massage– I am adding this to my hand job technique from now on. The move elicits such good heavy sighs and moans from you, it make me hungry.

Now– I am not one to have licked/eaten a lot of ass (don't get me wrong, there have been a few special ass holes)– but for the most part, it's not in my repertoire, but for some reason my tongue found you. Perhaps it's the combination of the coconut oil (making your ass taste like a cookie) and your moans and groans. Whatever it is- our bodies in the tangle- my tongue licked, explored and probed your ass, while my hands stroked your cock to rock hard

The whole evening me very crazy wet in need of being fucked. In a switch of bodies I find myself under you, your cock my my mouth, my pussy throbbing in want. I become an animal, my cunt pulsing, my finger sliding between the fat folds of skin, everything open wanting to grind. My pussy begins to drip and flow, a feeling I get to rarely– a true loss of woman to base fuck mode– a pussy pouring I can't stop. But you can.

Your cock out of my mouth–
"Look what you've done, my pussy is dripping."

Rubbing your cock into my soaking fat needy pussy–
"Show me."
I have no response, but
"Fuck me."
Which you do, pumping into this pussy who has needed it all night, filling me up. I love the fuck noises you make. Like a crazy animal I want you to fuck and fill me with your cum. It is wrong, but there is nothing like being pumped with cum.

The next morning is proof I am just animal. Blood flow– my cunt knows, my ovaries know what fucking is all about.

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