My fantasies invariably have a tinge of roleplay. A bit possessive, hot and heavy, the idea of putting my hand on your bare chest as you lean into me with intent - sure of yourself. The feel of your skin on mine and some stubble across my neck. Ugh. It's a lot more graphic in my mind, but words won't be enough to capture the motions.
Nevertheless - the thought of your fingers touching me, instead of my own right now - makes me cum and how.
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