Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Several nights ago, after jerking off guys like I’d been giving out handshakes at some rally, I was feeling … something. All day I’d met everyone else’s needs. More than all day. All week, all month. For months and months. Giving and sacrificing myself to please others. And all with a smile on my face, but that night I had a need—a burning, desperate desire for someone to fulfill my needs.
I was in need. Londging to take, not give. And I knew who I wanted to take from. So I sent out a message to Jordan; it was a simple tease. A flick of my tongue along his neck to draw him in. Only the mother fucker didn’t respond. Minutes passed, then I opened my favorite porn feed and started to scroll. However, it only made my need burn hotter. For an hour at least, I toyed with my pussy, watching these clips and feeding the desire growling inside of me. Not letting myself cum until I could satisfy the need to conquer. That’s when he answered.
When Kayla’s In Need
He had no idea what awaited him, and he apologized for not seeing the message sooner. He’d been hanging out with friends and was currently getting ready for sleep. He mentioned he was going to sleep in his friend’s bed while his friend took the couch. Primal urges to mark my territory ripped through my veins.
“Take everything off,” I demanded. “I want you fucking naked.” I could feel his confused smile through his text as he replied.
“You want me naked in their bed?” The question only ignited my fueling desires. Had I been able to reach him, I’d have sat on his face and shown him what I wanted most, but I was left with words to take what I needed.
Words are what I’m good at. If you’ve played with me in text, you know I like to show action with bold descriptions of how we’d interact if we were in front of each other. I dove in. Explaining how I’d push my lips to his in a forceful kiss. One that left no doubts about how I was feeling.
The ache for him grew as I typed and fingered my clit. My ever-willing counterpart obliged my needs with a twin flame of need searing his own words as the sped across my screen. The movie of us, in my mind, felt so real as we fucked, and fucked hard.
I was his, and he was mine, and nothing mattered except for the slap of our skin and the depth in which he dug his cock into me. I don’t even remember when I came because the orgasm swept through me and stole away my consciousness.
It’s for certain, more now than ever, when Kayla’s in need, only Jordan knows how to sate the fires.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
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