Anticipation: A Wet Pussy’s Tale

The room is thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of my arousal. My pussy is drenched, absolutely soaked, as I kneel on the bed, naked and exposed. I know what’s coming, and my body is more than ready. My heart hammers in my chest, echoing the throb between my legs. My ass is on display, my asshole twitching in anticipation.

He stands behind me, his presence dominating the room. I can feel his eyes on me, his gaze like a physical touch. He’s admiring the view, watching as my pussy drips onto the sheets below. I know he’s hard, his cock throbbing in his pants, eager to fuck.

I wiggle my ass, a silent invitation. I want him to touch me, to fuck me. I want his thick dick to fill my asshole, to stretch me wide. I want to feel him deep inside me, his balls slapping against my pussy as he pounds into me.

He finally touches me, his strong hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them wide. He leans down, his hot breath on my asshole. I squirm, trying to push back against him, but he holds me firm. He’s in control here, and he knows it.

“Please,” I moan, my voice thick with desire. “Please fuck my ass.”

He chuckles, low and deep. He knows what I want, what I need. And he’s going to give it to me. But first, he wants to play.

His tongue, hot and wet, licks at my asshole. I gasp, my body jerking at the sudden sensation. He holds me steady, his tongue working in circles, slowly pushing inside. I moan, my fingers gripping the sheets. This is fucking incredible, but it’s not enough. I want more. I need more.

“Fuck me,” I beg. “Please, just fuck me.”

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