Pussy And Weed.

Vacation came and went--all of my "location-based" apps told me I was in Dirty South Philly--and that seems a pretty darn accurate description.

I followed custom and was quite dirty myself, but mostly I've been selfish and decadent with my vacation time. Eating well, drinking well, lounging naked or near naked- warm knit stockings, panties and camisole--that are constantly getting lost or pulled aside to make way for fingers, tongue, lips. Getting and taking my orgasms many times over, leaving the room smelling of pussy and weed.

From where I sit on your office chair my thighs prop on the side of your bed--dropping open for viewing--from your spot there on the bed. Twisting, sliding my ass down and lifting to get just the right angle--I open myself to you, teasing open the lips--feeling the super soft puffiness of the lips of my pussy. My lips are very soft that first week after a wax, sensitive to my touch, easy to get wet.

With a slide of my finger I open more, into the slick split. Two finger now, exposing more, the pink insides--the walls. When I get excited and full my inner labia folds– smallish,like my clit--almost disappear. My clit seed grows and begins to pop through the layers, making my insides clinch for filling.

I can't wait any longer. Grabbing your hand I slide your fingers inside of me, simultaneously sliding myself around your fingers and hand. Within a few strokes I am riding your hand, using it like a toy or a cock, those once perfect walls are wet, messy and needy. Massaging my swollen pussy around your hand, flicking at my clit--I buck, feeling like your whole hand is filling me.

Slowing down and coming off your fingers I reach the desk behind me for the toys. Handing the njoy wand over for you to replace where fingers had been you slide it in--and when hits I feel and hear my moan escape into the room. Slowly hitting the spot, which only causes me to want more. I can't stop, I don't want to stop--I fuck the wand, ride and grind--furious on my clit and engorged lips, I mash on my belly just above my entire cunt, pushing and bouncing the orgasm to a wet soaking fruition. When I come I completely miss the towel under me and hit the floor, surely if the wand had not been filling me I would have hit your face, leaving you dripping in me--Dirty South Philly me.

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