It's how it is that I always want more. That my need exceeds my patience.
As his eyes meet mine I am thinking about his mouth and what he tastes like. As he kisses me I am wondering where his hands are going to grip me next.
It's never enough when my wants are unleashed.
As his hands work their way up my dress I am wondering if he will let me taste myself on his fingers. As his fingers slip into my core I am wanting the heft of his cock in my palm.
Insatiable my desire.
As I slide to my knees before him and take his cock into my wet mouth I am wanting his wet mouth on me. As his mouth laps at me and I grind into him I can think of nothing but how I need to be filled by him.
The hunger doesn't diminish.
As he pins my ankles in his hand and plunges his cock in deep I can only think of how it will feel to fall over that edge. And when I cry out and cum onto him I am already meeting his eyes and thinking about what his mouth tastes like.
Greedy little whore that I am.