I Have Sexual Fantasies
Especially ones that sprout from the dark epicenters of handsome, fit masculine bodies. I think about them brushing against my cheek and lips. I like to take them into my mouth and lick their warm flesh with my tongue. I like their firm shafts sliding over my thin little waist, flat skin of my belly, my breasts and nipples. Rubbing on my upturned ***, on the tender insides of my thighs spread wide. My fingers like to take them and stroke and squeeze them until they grow harder and larger. Their swollen heads parting the lips of my wet vagina, then slipping inside inch by inch while I watch. Feeling their entire length slide in and out, our bodies blending in waves of skin on skin. Feeling their thick shafts between my fingers even as they push deep inside my *****. My legs wrapping around him, my hands gripping his *** to pull him in deeper and deeper. Sucking on each other's tongues as they push into each other's mouths, as if mimicking in admiration the wet frenzied play that is happening between his hips and mine. I like them when I'm straddling them from above, my hips moving in arc-like motions, back and forth, savoring their entire manly length. I like them when they impale me from behind, my back arched and my *** jutting backward to meet their hard thrusts again and again, his powerful hands gripping now my waist, now my breasts as our tongues dart out to meet each other. I like when they throb and tremor, when they buck up and explode, ejecting warm streams down my throat, all over my **** and belly, deep, deep inside my ***** as our bodies convulse together in pleasure. Oooohhhh please give me ****