An Interlude In The Country
We are in Your car heading towards the hotel, and I am in a flurry of sexual excitement, desperate to have Your cock inside me. I’m not good at waiting at the best of times, and the fact You are so calm and collected – as always – and without a hint of need makes me worse. I’m really pushing my luck, occasionally dancing my fingers over your crotch and things and letting my hands brush over my breasts through my blouse, making my nipples stand out proudly. You aren’t saying much, just...