Maybe it was was the sudden heat of her breath radiating off the bed sheet against her cheek. Maybe it was the masculine sounds from behind her, the guttural groan of man obsessed with taking what was needed. Whatever it was, she was suddenly acutely aware of where she was. The last hour had been a lust filled blur. From the moment he moved forward and she felt his strong rough hands caress the back of her neck drawing her into him. To the first graze of his scruffy chiseled chin brushing again cheek as he whispered into her ear ” I need to feel you cum for me”. She had been totally lost in a haze of passion, of wanton uninhibited lust. She barely recalled him kneeling between her thighs gently easing them apart. Her soft feminine skin tingling beneath his masculine hands. The ache she felt between her legs as she saw the predatory glint in his eye as his mouth moved in toward her swollen pussy. Moans, groans, panting, swearing, screams, gut wrenching orgasms, a scramble of emotions. She had been on top, on her back, on all fours, he had flipped her, twisted her, pulled her hair, gently teased her. Her parched lips had screamed aloud words which normally she would barley be able to whisper. Had the salty droplets of his precum corrupted her mind as she greedily lapped at his twitching cock.
As if waking from a dream her eyes focussed. She could feel her heart racing in her chest. What would people think, the normally immaculate groomed hair nothing like the matted tangle of the present. Her normally shy, timid persona a lifetime away from the wanton woman who minutes before had stretched her legs as wide as she could and furiously slammed her fingers into her dripping cunt at his request. A wry smile escaped her lips, if they only knew. With arse wiggling high up in the air, her swollen pussy dripping in anticipation, tightly gripping the bedsheets she turned her head “Don’t be gentle” she purred.