Sundayschild
Regulator of funkiness
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Sitting on the dock by the river. Comfortable lounge chair. Private, but wide open to beautiful nature.
Skimpy summer clothes: mauve, string cami; acetate running shorts. Warm air with a hint of breeze keeping the bugs away. Near full moon cresting the hill and dappling the water with silver. The rustle of the water caressing my ears.
Reading a good Lit story. While it built to a climax, my pussy started to squirm. My fingers found my breasts for a little pat... Then a little stroke and a fun tweak. When the story ended with a slam-bam finish, my imagination was fired and my libido enflamed.
My hand slipped inside my panties and nestled in my bush. My fingers worked my wet slit as my mind fantasized about a perfect lover giving me the attention I deserved. Working up to a juicy and electric lather, I mentally entwined with my mate. We each pushed the other to a peaking arousal.
With my thumb strumming my nub, I came with a shriek that echoed across the river.
Really, really hot! Where'd you live again...?