Catriona Hector
Stories (1/0)
Why Am I So Wet?
Why am I so wet? The way she looks at me ignites something inside of me. Her arm grazes my arm so gently and I feel the sensation travel down to my deepest spot. Does she deserve my sweet nectar? I fuck around and I fuck around a lot. I fuck for the numbers. I fuck for satisfaction. I don't fuck to feel emotions or for a connection. Don't tell me that you love me. I don't believe in that. Just touch me... No, let me touch you. Don't touch me, touch me not — that is who I am. Please don't turn me off. Let me touch you and tease you. My job is to pleasure and excite you. Open the doors. Let me search your corridor. Let me find the spare bedroom that has never been opened. Let me in. Let me bring you into another world with my sense of movement. Let my tongue talk to you and my fingers make fake love to you. Baby, let me fuck you. "I love you," she says. What is love? I say it back 'cause if I don't, I won't get what I really want. So, I guess I love you, too, baby.
By Catriona Hector6 years ago in Filthy