The hunger  
 

"You gonna be hungry when you get here?" his text read as I picked it up from vibrating in my lap. It was pouring rain, minimal visibility on the highway, had been weeks since our last encounter not to mention being flood my moisture in my pussy in anticipation of our next rendez vous.

Of course I was hungry. Starving. Nothing could satiate my craving for a juicy cock, sucking and swallowing, bursting with cum and drenching my face.

But the sexual tension would cut like a knife. Coy interactions, dancing around the living room, playful sarcasm, and her...

It was bait for sure. He knew I couldn't overcome my own lust and curiosity for succulent lipped, pierced titted, tossled hair sex kitten sulking around the living room with her strap sliding off her shoulder. It was more than seduction, and I knew they had me instantly. Her name was Maya and instantly she gave me a smoky gaze from across the room. All I wanted to do was bite those lips and put her tits in my warm wet mouth but I resisted. I knew it would have to come to me first.

I was sitting in the bedroom, waiting for him to return when she approached me. She gave a quick smile, approached me and went in for the kill after sensing how horny I was. He came back right after, pleasantly surprised, and wet my lips with a warm kiss.

Quickly he reached down to my pussy, lingered on the wetness and motioned to Maya to remove her bra. She caressed my stomach with her tits, and planted a big wet kiss over my, inserting her tongue inside. He did the rest of the work, pinning my arms down, pinching my ass and making me moan. When I couldn't take it anymore I pushed them both off, yearning for a taste of her dripping pussy.

As I was bent over on my knees I felt the rock hard cock I so yearned for penetrate me. He grabbed my thighs and give me that railing I needed, sending screams inside of me of pure pleasure. I moaned hard into her pussy and let it take me higher...



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