I’m lost, awash in feelings and sensations of what you must be feeling as you watch me. Oh, I wish you were watching me right now. My skin is tingly... Without even touching it, my cock is rigid, throbbing to the right because of my natural curve. I want you to watch me touch it. To watch me run a finger up the shaft and onto the ridge of the head. I want you to watch me rub my frenulum with two fingers and squeeze drops of precum out. Want to watch me taste it? Yeah? Do you like my tongue. He had another plan, while he was still behind me he told me he wanted to suck me off while he jerked off in his speedo. He wanted me cumming in his mouth while he was cumming in his speedo.Fine with me.Breaking from his embrace, I took the two steps towards by kitchen counter (breakfast bar). It gave me something to lean back against and I had barely turned around to face this man and he was on his knees.The drawstring on the ADIDAS speedos is pretty thin and I had it tied in a double knot. Because I’m addicted to sex. I don’t just enjoy it, I crave it. I need it. I want it all the time. It’s almost uncontrollable. That was a lot closer, but there was more to it than just that, too. Part of it was that, to the best of her knowledge, no one had ever done it before. She also wanted to disprove the myth that women don’t want sex as much as men. She wanted to show the world a frank and honest view of life from a woman’s perspective, from the perspective of a woman who craved sex more. She was quite buoyant, and so she had to make an effort to prevent herself from rising towards the surface.There were a few small fish swimming back and forth, tiny, silvery creatures that darted out of her path as she swam by them. Before long a dark shadow loomed over her, and she looked up to see Sleethe coming to investigate. He seemed fascinated by her previously undisclosed ability to stay underwater for any length of time, and she tapped her mask with her finger as he examined her, her.