Fantasizing About You

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Guess what? I've been thinking about you all day long. In fact, even right now I'm thinking about you.

I don't know you super, super well, but I'm imagining that I do. I'm very much imagining that I know you well enough that I could simply come over, let myself inside your house, and watch you. In my mind you happen to be getting dressed.

I don't know if you're going somewhere special, but what I do know is you haven't finished quite yet. I watched you slide on those pretty panties. I watched that pretty mound of yours, and I slowly approached you as you're about to button your shirt.

When you noticed me, you shot me a little smile, slowly turning around, sitting down in that cofee lounge chair. I don't think we even had to exchange any words. I just slid myself against you, pressing my lips against yours for a moment, wondering if your lips tasted as good as I would imagine that pussy does.

Your hand sliding behind you, holding the back of your chair, as I slowly made my way south, feeling your pretty hair brushing against my face, my lips on your neck, my hands cupping your breasts as my thumb slides over your nipples. You relaxing a bit more, spreading your legs apart, inviting me. Those pretty, pretty thighs.

I feel my fingertips running from just underneath your knees, downward, small kisses on your belly as my tongue approaches the hem of those panties. Soft breath, hmm, silky material against my chin. Quickly I make my way back up to your lips, my tongue twirling against yours, my hand softly caressing you behind your ears.

Our eyes connect deeply, my palm against your belly, slowly moving down, sliding on top of those panties, the material making it easy, soft, smooth, as I slowly start to rub you. Oh God, my cock throbbing, even right now as I think about this. Even right now as I think about what it'd be like to take my fingers, slipping them just underneath those new, clean, pretty panties of yours, and searching, exploring for your tight, wet, warm, and whole.

Oh, the feeling, my fingers sinking inside of you. I feel you raising your hips, pushing against my palm, my thumb, barely grazing your clit, my forefinger pushing against your thigh, and your soft, pretty, hands on either side of my face, pulling me towards you, pulling me towards your kiss. My fingers glistening in wet, sloppy little wet sounds, your wonderful wet pussy drenches me.

I want to take those fingers, I want to take them, and I want to put them inside your mouth. I pull my hand slowly, slowly outside of you, slowly making my way, crawling back up your chest as I continue kissing you. I pull my face away from yours, placing my wet hand against your lips, and as you suck on my fingers, oh god, my cock, the throbs, the throbs, oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum, you're gonna make me cum just watching you suck on my fingers like that.

Oh baby, you're so fucking hot, I want you to invite me over, I've got so much more to talk about, please, please, fuck, oh fuck, .