She couldn’t help it either, she found herself licking her lips thinking about the bodies of the construction workers sweating as they strained, and...imagining them pounding her body. The thoughts weren’t coming clear anymore, she was thick with lust and drunk on humiliation. A few times, she had to stop herself when her thighs quivered at a cat call. That kind of thing used to always fill her with either dread or anger. Fight or flight. But now both options were being replaced with desire. It. Maybe I remind her of someone. Maybe I am a totally random choice. My therapist tells me this is the most likely possibility, though I am not so sure. Sometimes I think she isn’t even real. Why do I say that?Even though I've never heard her speak, other than her whispered urgency when she says, “Bend me over,” or “Fuck me now,” I know what her normal speaking voice sounds like. I know what her voices sound like in real life, while talking on the phone to her sister, say, or speaking to her. She whispered, "Now let's see if you have a G-spot."I didn't even know what that meant, but I soon figured it out. She pushed the vibrator most of the way in, and began to probe inside my asshole. Suddenly I felt a rush of extreme erotic pleasure, and arched my back hard. She laughed a little and said quietly, "I think we've found it."I writhed on the bed as she worked the vibrator. Pre-cum was soaking my panties. She began to lick it off the front of the silk panel, and then, with her teeth,. Without his rampant cock slipping out of her cunt, he moved her into a mounted position. Holding her close, his voice hoarse with arousal, Ben murmured, “You think you can leave me behind? After what your naughty fingers did to your wicked clit! Now ride me! Ride me and make me come!”Ben pushed her upright. Erika, still shaking in the surge of the climax that had surprised her, cried out as she sat back. With Ben’s cock now full-length in her, he held her shivering body still until the last.