I was three glasses in so far, and each one was building up my resolve more and more (and making me even hornier). ***
I was lying on my bed in my pink bathrobe, working on my sixth glass of wine (and very much feeling it; my body was practically on fire with lust) when Bryan came in. “Good boy! “What?” Bryan looked confused, and I laughed. “You know, this other nipple needs some love, too,” I suggested. “And I was thinking about you the whole time, too!” As my right hand stroked Bryan’s hard-on inside his shorts, my free hand traced around my pussy mound, teasing my slit but not yet probing for my clit or my hole. The cups were mesh and you could see my stiff nipples poking up through the material. “Mm-hmm,” I confirmed. “Me.”
Bryan’s face dropped, as though he couldn’t believe what I’d just said! The heat of his breath and his warm flesh against my own was the final nail in the coffin; my pussy began gushing, the vibrator causing it to splash on the sheets and Bryan’s face.
