I love to be fingered. I love to be teased and have my labia rubbed and to trace the crack between my lips. I don't squirt, but I can become very wet....It's both embarrassing (especially if the guy draws attention to it) and arousing, that I can get so wet, that it can drip down me, and I can't hide how turned on I am. Done right, I can cum just from being fingered. If you suck my breasts at the same time I become a squirmy wet mess. Penile penetration feels great, though I do like being. I feel a cock take my hand as an invitation. It starts to rub on my fingers, coating them in precum. I can feel trails of warm precum running up and down my inner thighs as a couple more cocks slide under my dress. The one in front of me pressing against my pussy through my panties rubs my clit in slow calculated circles. I grip the cock in my hand and start stroking. Feeling all these cocks on me is making me so horny. I try so hard to be a good girl, but I have certain wants and needs I can't. I need your mouth, those beautiful lips. I kiss the shell of his ear, “You want to control me baby?” I breathe in that voice that drives him crazy. I slide to my knees between his denim clad thighs, leaving a trail of hot lingering kisses down his chest, abs and across his hip bones. Looking up at him, his hard cock throbbing inches from my mouth he groans “I want to feel myself inside you, every part of you”. He shifts restlessly. I lick my lips slowly, gazing up at him “Every part of me. .. Now that is just fucking sexy." He took my clit into his mouth and I became completely soaked. I started to moan and thrust a little. It felt so good. I was on a three month dry spell and I was hornier than ever. I then saw a big bulge on the side of his jeans. I remember how bad I wanted to know what he tasted like. In that moment though, I just wanted to sit on his big cock. I then pulled him up and asked him to close and lock the door. He ripped off my shirt and unhooked my bra. I had.