eating pussy is what i do.
I never told you the night you had to stay at our house because you were drunk. You came onto me but I pushed you away. Honestly, I was afraid to open that door. A door I knew we would never return from. There was too much passion and sexual tension between us. Maybe if you were sober but not that way. I didn’t want it to happen that way. I came by the guest room to check on you. You were completely naked. Instantly I felt my lust for you began to rise up. I was so hard. I just kept trying to control my breathing. Control my thoughts. I went to cover you up with a blanket but I couldn’t fight my desire for you. The site of your pussy opened up to me. Too see the wetness bubbling up between your lips was killing me. I had to feel you. I had to taste you. I had to know what it would feel like to be inside you. I slowly played with your wet pussy, slipping just the tip of my finger inside you. I didn’t want to wake you up, I was scared that I would fuck you harder than anything you have ever felt. Not this way I kept telling myself. On the surface I was calm. Controlled breathing, watching you lay there, feeling you respond to my touch… But in my mind a flood of emotion wanted to burst out of me…. I needed you right then and right there….
