I have fantasies of being used like a cum slut, double penetrated, used to get you off, and good for nothing else. I feel what I assumed to be the slick, helmet of his stiff cock part my pussy lips. I have been told that I have a killer smile with a gorgeous sparkling green eye, with dark brown hair that flows halfway down my back. He kept telling me how good my wet pussy feels stretched out around his cock, how he could feel my pussy juices dripping down his shaft onto his balls and that he has never been inside such a juicy pussy before. It tastes so good that I find myself sucking, hoping to get more. I get off on words, and sometimes I can make myself cum without even touching myself, and that was the game I was playing on the plane when it became too overwhelming. That is true, but I am also a closet smut reader. The things that get me off might make others squirm. This feeling is so unknown to me. It tastes so good that I find myself sucking, hoping to get more.
