Page 79 of Curvy Girl Summer

My body stirred.

Grabbing my laptop, I clicked through porn clips until I found a dirty-talking amateur couple. The sound filled my room with want and desire. Palming and massaging my breasts, I tried to clear my mind. Pinching my nipples harder, I just wanted to dull the ache and feel good.

The couple on the screen was putting on a show, but I just needed them as background noise. My intent was to stay focused on me and my pleasure.

I closed my eyes, and Ahmad’s strong hands popped into mymind. As I caressed my belly on the way to my thighs, I saw more and more of him. It wasn’t intentional and I was still not interested in anything more than friendship with him, but the more I tried to think about another man, the clearer Ahmad’s face became. And unfortunately, fantasizing about him touching me seemed to heighten my arousal.

Butterflies fluttered deep in my belly as my fingers brushed against my lips. Realizing how wet I was, I sucked in a ragged breath. Adding another finger along my slit, I spread my wetness around, giving more and more attention to my clit with each pass.

Hit with a wave of arousal, I froze.

What am I doing?

I shook my head and told myself to think about the man who had messaged me on the app. He had movie-star good looks, a great profile, and really good energy. But as soon as I forced the man’s face into my head, it quickly changed to Ahmad’s.

I tried to shake it off and look at the computer screen.

“Do it, do it!” the woman on-screen cried as her partner threatened to smack her ass. “Do it, do it.”

As the encouragement to “do it” rang in my ears, I closed my eyes and let nature take its course.

I moved my hands to my thighs and then spread myself wide again. I wanted to tease myself before bringing the toy in. So, I coasted my hands all over every surface area of my body before cupping my breasts and fondling myself. I began tweaking my hard nipples again, and that time, I didn’t reject the mental image that played in my mind.

Ahmad was standing at the edge of the bed watching me, wanting me, waiting for me. He was stroking his dick as I caressed my body.

“You want to touch me, don’t you?” I murmured aloud.

When the fantasy Ahmad admitted to it, he climbed on the bed and started to feel all over me.

Those weren’t my fingers. They were Ahmad’s.

Those weren’t my hands. They were Ahmad’s.

That wasn’t my touch. It was Ahmad’s.

“Mmm…” A gentle sigh came from deep within me as I fantasized about what I needed, and from a sexy someone who could never give it to me.

My body was on fire as the thought of being touched by him took over. I kept one hand fondling and twisting my nipples as the other hand roamed back down south. With my middle finger, I parted my lips and used my wetness to tease my clit. I moaned as I imagined it was his tongue pressing against me. With a fresh image of him licking his lips in my mind, I sank into the sensation of him using his tongue on me.

It felt so good that I started to get lost in the fantasy.

My eyes were shut tight as I visualized him between my legs. “This is exactly what I need right now,” I whispered aloud.

He licked exactly where I needed him to.

The mental image of his head buried between my legs and his face covered in my juices rushed me to the brink of an orgasm.

“That’s the spot,” I murmured as Ahmad looked up at me. He kept his tongue on my clit as he watched me react to his skills.

“You want me to come for you?” I whispered aloud, imagining Ahmad groaning into my pussy.

I gasped, knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer. The idea of Ahmad was making it impossible to take my time.

Turning on the vibrator, I placed it inside me, coating it with my juices, and then I ran it up and down my slit.

“Ahmad,” I moaned loudly.

The moment the vibrations met my clit, I thrust my hips upward against my hand.

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