Filed under: Masturbation
it was late and we were laying in the dark.
“i talked to my friend today,” he said breaking the silence.
“i sent him more pictures of you.”
i let out a small laugh and it was slightly nervous then amused. my mind was wondering immediately what they were talking about.
“you should take more pictures for me.”
“mhmm, when i am feeling better.”
he shifted to his side to face me knowing i was not falling asleep to the casual conversation. my hand had aimlessly traveled between my legs. his hand reached over to fondle my bare breasts. his hand traced across to my shoulder, followed down my arm and ended over my hand that was rubbing myself through the thin panties. his hand pressed against mine and felt me rubbing myself. once he knew i was intrigued he continued with this story moving his hand back up towards my chest.
“we talked about him coming over here and playing with you. he wants to molest you.”
my fingers pressed against the folds feeling my clit hardening. my breathing was slowly becoming slightly ragged. my hips were moving slightly to my own advances. hearing the word molest is so wrong and can be taboo but the filthier the better for me.
“he was requesting pictures from you.”
his fingers were tugging at my nipple. i pushed my fingers underneath my panties. i started to lightly trace my moist slit and lazily moving to my clit. my other hand would tug my left nipple feeling it harden when his hand would move to my other nipple.
“he liked the ones with you on the table. it looked like you were waiting to get used.”
he lightly slapped my tit and a slightly jerked as i continued rubbing in a slow rhythm. i did not want get to hot and heavy this late at night. i was trying to keep this quiet calm.
“he likes your tits.”
i barely let out an audible moan. he grabbed my breast, lightly shook it and squeezed it. the thought of two sets of hands molesting me was alluring to me. E always mentioning someone fingering me while he choked me. that thought alone sends me over the edge. i know one day that will happen, it is just finding the right guy to fit this combination.
i laid there listening to him with my eyes closed. his voice humming in my ear with filthy words of a lazy desire. my fingers slowly and gently rubbing my clit soaking in his words into my blank slate of a mind. letting images draw up and form with color and feeling. i fell asleep listening to him chanting and my fingers on my clit.
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