The slap of skin and the rocking of the bed frame bounced off the walls.
I was full on panting. My eyes closed. A vivid image of them was thrust in front of me. I gasped. It really was like I was there with them. There was no distinction like in my dreams. Even the nightmares had some quality to it that made sure to let me know that it wasn’t as real as I thought it was.
I was connected to them, as if I was in the middle of them as they f****d each other. The warmth of skin pressed against my back. I moaned, leaning back, imagining many pairs of hands on my body.
I fell back on the bed. I didn’t let myself think about it as I stuffed my hand into my pants and fingered myself. I didn’t have to do anything more than finger my c**t before I was wet enough to thrust three fingers inside of
