She just wanted a man to come by and fuck her sometimes… or maybe even a woman. Chance was pleasuring her body like it was and instrument and he was its master. His muscular warm body was always only a thought away. His broad shoulders and muscular arms always comforted her when she was sad or lonely. It would be so nice to have a cock to suck, or a pussy to eat, or some lips to kiss…
After her long day of moving into her new apartment and unpacking as much as possible, coupled with the intense orgasm she just had, Roxy was tired. He was always so good to her; he was always there for her when she needed him. The imaginary Chance sucked harder on her clit. She liked her space and her privacy. The cool comforter on the bed contrasted with the warm fluffy towel wrapped around her body and the stimulating sensation made her snuggle into the bed more. Chance always intensified her pleasure and drove her crazy. She loved the feeling of her soft warm breast skin gliding beneath the palm of her hands. Roxy drifted off to sleep, sprawled out naked on her bed with her feminine nectar leaking from her shaved pussy. She rubbed her mounds for a moment, imagining his big hands caressing her
