[F4M] Sit Down, Shut Up, Hold On [Fdom][Mad to Horny to Satisfied][Only Sex can calm me down][BJ][Edging][You Insatiable Bastard][GFE][Script Fill]

Get inside. Shut the door. Do it. Right the fuck now. Shut up and listen.

Are you in are you in the doghouse? Very funny. Not. Yes. Thank you for asking.

I did have a crap day. Abso fucking lutely shit. I was fine dealing with the morning parade of blond Betty's dropping off $4,000 dogs. No sweat. You know me, I love the mutts, but, sure, I'll play with their little pedigreed pups all day long.

But, no, My bitch of a boss informs me I'm on kennel technician duty. That's right. Instead of throwing tennis balls and watching tails wag, Putting the care in doggy daycare, which I am freaking awesome at, I'm on my hands and knees scrubbing shit for 8 goddamn hours. Wipe that smirk off your face, mister. On my hands and knees.

Yeah. Yeah. Of course, I know what you're thinking. You gotta one track mind, baby. It's not like it's hard to figure out.

Meanwhile, your texts are blowing up my phone with all your happy horseshit. Blue skies this morning. Miss you, babe. Oh, and here's a shot of my tattooed bicep. Kissy lips and eggplant emojis?

Really? Even Instagrammed your goddamn lunch, Which yeah. Thank you for …

Get inside. Shut the door. Do it. Right the fuck now. Shut up and listen.

Are you in are you in the doghouse? Very funny. Not. Yes. Thank you for asking.

I did have a crap day. Abso fucking lutely shit. I was fine dealing with the morning parade of blond Betty's dropping off $4,000 dogs. No sweat. You know me, I love the mutts, but, sure, I'll play with their little pedigreed pups all day long.

But, no, My bitch of a boss informs me I'm on kennel technician duty. That's right. Instead of throwing tennis balls and watching tails wag, Putting the care in doggy daycare, which I am freaking awesome at, I'm on my hands and knees scrubbing shit for 8 goddamn hours. Wipe that smirk off your face, mister. On my hands and knees.

Yeah. Yeah. Of course, I know what you're thinking. You gotta one track mind, baby. It's not like it's hard to figure out.

Meanwhile, your texts are blowing up my phone with all your happy horseshit. Blue skies this morning. Miss you, babe. Oh, and here's a shot of my tattooed bicep. Kissy lips and eggplant emojis?

Really? Even Instagrammed your goddamn lunch, Which yeah. Thank you for the one that you made me. But then the fucking voice mail started. The growling, The moaning, the I wanna suck your nipples, baby, the I miss your sweet wet pussy, baby, The my dick is so fucking hard for you, baby.

You have no mercy. None. I'm shoveling shit instead of handing out milk burns, and you get a boner? Well, boo fucking who? I came in the door tonight fucking furious and off the chart horny.

Yes. I'm aware my hair is wet. I took a long hot shower. Fuck. Yes.

I did. I drained that freaking hot water tank. I don't mind sharing that I got myself off with the handheld showerhead. I stump it with a poor pitiful. What about me, whimper?

You didn't fucking touch the fire you started. I am insane with lust. I am crazy about shit logo horny. Stop right there, buster. No.

Not 1 step closer. Take a good Long look. My 4 inch red stilettos with the ankle strap. Mhmm. Your favorite Motorhead T shirt, the one that just barely covers my ass.

Especially when you pin my arms over my head. I'll give you a little spin. How's that? If I pull it up an inch or 2, why look here? It's my skimpy fire engine rat thong and the one that has your teeth marks All overhand.

Fuck. Yeah. I'm in a mood. How perceptive. And don't you dare look at the calendar.

It's got jack shit to do with this. Drop your jacket on the couch, Kick off your boots and get in your chair. Oh, now you notice. Yeah. I dragged it in from your office because it's the right tool for the job.

Sturdy leather, petted arms. You got me into this mess, you insatiable bastard, and you are going to fix it. You are going to fuck the memory of this day out of me. Stop grinning. Yeah.

Yeah. I know. You came from the shop, and you smell like grease and metal. I don't give the first fuck about that. In fact, it does something for me.

Somehow, It smells like sex with you feels. Hard and dark and hot and slick. God. I'm burning up. My pussy is fucking aching.

So Sit down, shut up, and hold on. Don't make me repeat myself. Morning, you. I got zero time for your nonsense. I I'm on a mission.

I'm not playing. Unzip those pants. Okay. Reach behind the chair. Yeah.

Put your hands back behind the chair and hold this. Yeah. I know it's a rolled up washcloth because I'm gonna need it when you start spraying cum like a hydraulic fountain Or so I can stuff in your mouth if you don't shut the fuck up. Just do what I tell you, and that's better. You know, it feels freaking amazing when you come on me.

That hot, wet splatter on my skin like heated lotion. Now are you gonna keep your arms behind the chair and hold on to that washcloth? Raise your ass up. I'm pulling your jeans down to your calves. Baby, Love your ass.

The way those muscles flex when you start pushing into me. Damn. Your cock bounced. It's so hard. You know what?

I'm pulling this stupid thong up. Open your mouth. It tastes just like my pussy baby. Fucking soaked. So juicy.

Smell that, and that's me needing to fuck you so bad. You fucking love that? Oh, yeah. Mom threw those panties at me. Mhmm.

God. You're just so fucking hot, darling. You know, sometimes, just occasionally, I'd like to fix my hair, read my book, or finish a conversation with my mother on the phone. Hell, Fold the damn laundry without you humping my leg, but then your lips will raise the back of my neck Will you slide your hand up my shirt and tuck on my nipple with your finger and thumb? Mhmm.

When your hard cock rubs along the crack of my ass, and it's off to the races again. You make me crazy. One look and I shiver. One touch and I'm soaking wet. You give it to me so good.

I can't get enough. Look at you. Such a fucking beast. Watch me Well, I play it with myself. When I rub my finger or wet From my pussy along your lower lip, and you touch the tip of my finger with your tongue.

Oh, that's all it takes? Just the tip of your tongue on the end of my finger. You make me cream, down my thighs, You and your unslikables. Oh, that feels good. Your cock just will not quit.

You're already dripping, precum. No. Don't give me those poopy eyes. I am not gonna blow you. Well, maybe.

The way it wells up out of that slit, curves over the head of your cock Can slides down. Maybe 1 leg. Just 1 leg. Holy fuck. You taste so good, baby.

So hot and salty and good. Don't you fucking buck your hips. Quit squirming and hold still, damn it. I'm lurking you here. I'm gonna suck your perfect Goenters cock, and you're going to take it.

Not if you agree. I've been running hot all day long because of those photos you sent me. I could look, but I couldn't touch. Waked up and pent up, Rubbing my thighs together on my knees. Bent over Hour after hour.

Torture. Tayback is a bitch, baby. Now it's your turn to watch me. But wait. 1st, don't move.

I've gotta do this. Oh, I'm just putting on my reddest lipstick. Pirate by Chanel. Your favorite. I'm going to leave my mark.

Press a print of my lips right here, just under the head of your cock. Bright red lipstick color on the way around the shop. Not right there, since you're mine. Like, I don't know. Pussy follows you like you're an open can of sight deans.

I don't give a shit about those bitches because this cock belongs to me. Get ready to take care of business, baby. Tonight's all about your hard cock pounding my wet Lucy, you're on board with that? Yeah? Mhmm.

I thought so. Now I'm gonna get me some. Remember, Keep your legs and arms inside the ride at all times. I'm gonna back this thing up and Slide up and down the length of your rock hard cock Back and forth. Back and forth.

Back In 4th, just like that, right between my plump, Sweet, fussy laps. Fuck. I needed that. That right there. Screw the lube.

I'm drenched. You feel me dripping? Look down. That's it, baby. Watch my wet pussy slide back and forth, slip along your slick, Hard cock.

You like watching my soft round ass glide over your cock? Oh, I know you do. I'm gonna brace myself with my hands on the arms of the chair. I wanna control how fast I go and Exactly how much pressure I need. That's it.

It's the rhythm I need. Every time I Push back. The head of your cock, bumps my clit. Feel that? The ridge of your cock moving between my pussy lips lights me up.

One adjustment of angle and I trust, and you'd be inside me, wouldn't you? Think about it. It's so close. It's right there. Your sensitive cut kid slipping into place, Just the right place.

One thrust with the full power of your body. And you'd bury that aching cock in me Deep, deep inside me. And wouldn't that feel good? Fucking glorious. Hang the fuck on, baby.

Faster. Fast. Faster. Faster. Right there.

Right on the edge? Yeah? Stop. Stop. We're gonna take a breath Cussing through my wadded up panties?

Oh, are you desperate to cum? I know a feeling. Don't let go. Breathe. Wait.

You aren't cussing. You're Bagging. Mhmm. I like that, baby. Yeah.

Spit up my panties. Deep breath. I feel like a little reverse cowgirl. You up for that? You want me to ride you?

I'm gonna lean forward. Brace yourself. I'm gonna grip the arms of the chair so I can push back onto your cock. Oh, God. I wish I could watch your cock disappear deep inside me.

Fuck. Yes. Right there. You're right where I need you. Mm-mm.

Hold on to my shoulders. Yeah. Drop the washcloth. Yeah. That's it.

Like that. One of your big, strong hands on each side. Hold on tight. Oh god. So good.

So good. I'm gonna count down. When I say 1, I want you to fuck up into me. Don't hold back. Don't go easy.

I need this. 32. Oh my god. 1. Now.

Fuck. Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck. He's fucking greedy.

Fucking beast. It's here. Fuck me. Oh, fuck. Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Yeah. Make me call me dirty little slut. You did this.

You fucking fix it. I want you to come inside me. Baby. Fuck. Fuck.

Baby. Yeah. Come for me. Come inside me. No.

No. No. No. How'd your hand up on the floor? Yeah.

Right. You are so good to me, babe. Yeah. Best. Mhmm.

Yeah. I feel good. I feel better than good. I feel fantastic. All soft and warm and relaxed and loose.

Urectomy fucked my brains out. Thank you. What? Who's at the door? You ordered a pizza On your way home because you knew I had a rough day with extra pepperoni.

See? This is why I don't trade you for a case of beer in Hitachi. There's no day so bad that you can't make it all better. Mhmm. Phoebe, you're the greatest.