Baby mine

Thinking of you.

Rachel laid back in bed. Her skin felt hot like an inner fire was blasing. She wanted Greg right now, here inside her. He was a no show tonight. He didn't come over all the time. She wanted him badly.

In her mind she relived one of their times together. Greg came around unexpectedly. They were barely through the door, when he bent her over. She had pushed her palms into the wall, as he pulled her PJ bottoms down. He sank two fingers deep inside her. She sighed against him thrusting back onto his fingers, taking them deeper. He removed his fingers from her satisfied she was wet enough.

He guided his c*** into her. He started out gently, finding his rhythm. Then started long deep slow strokes which had her twisting around desperate for more friction. She began to thrust backwards onto his c***. She changed the pace, demanding from him. He slammed into her. She cried out, but it only made him more forceful. They came together loudly, not caring if anyone could hear.

She needed him right now. She wanted the feel of his firm hard body. She wanted to be controlled, taken by someone unafraid to give her what she needs. She pleasures herself thinking of him. She thinks about the silk feel of his c*** and the way it feels inside of her.