Sexcapades: Home of Exciting Erotica

We made our way inside, our steps slightly uneven, the warmth of the alcohol still lingering in my chest. I wandered into the living room and collapsed onto the couch with a sigh while my friend, Anna, stumbled toward the kitchen. "I'm heating the leftover pasta," she mumbled, already rummaging through the fridge. We'd just gotten back from the party, but my mind was still there. More specifically, it was still on him. The stranger I'd danced with. The memory of his hands on my waist, and his hard c**k on my ass sent a shiver through me. We'd left before anything could happen. The feeling of the rough material on the couch through my panties sent a shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes, replaying the way I rocked him, until a pool of wetness filled my panties. I slipped a hand under my panties, while my other hand rested on my breasts. I felt my p***y entrance, and I was already so wet and dripping. I slid my panties down and widened my legs for better access. I pressed my hands to my c**t, slowly circling my fingers in slow motion as my other hand squeezed my breasts. It felt so good, but I still felt empty, and I desperately wanted to fill my p***y hole with something. I pushed my fingers slowly through my folds and into my p***y. I began to push in and out slowly, my p***y leaked sweet, delicious juices. The sound of my wet p***y mixed with the sound of Anna rummaging in the kitchen filled the air and turned me on as I kept fingering myself. I bit back loud moans and kept going faster and faster. I was almost over the edge when my best friend Anna walked in. "Lisa..." My eyes flew open. Anna stood in the doorway, a confused and heated look on her face. "What are you doing?"