Tingling Wet Pussy: On the Prowl for a Hookup

There’s nothing that hits me quite as strongly as my need to have a tingling wet pussy.

Each month, ovulation suggests I will not be satisfied until my proper cunt is a tingling wet pussy, filled to the brim with cum. I am hardly someone who resists my urges, so down to the bar I travel, or to a club. Honestly, there’s just a lot of drinking and texting friends with benefits on my phone while I get cocks lined up.

I was at the bar when a guy approached me. Though he showed interest, he had no idea how desperate I really was. He hit on me and asked if I wanted to go back to his place for drinks.

Of course, I took him up on it. Soon we were drinking on his sofa, our shirts both off. My lips pressed against his hungrily as he fumbled with my lacy black bra. And my hips ground on his, my tingling wet pussy already dripping with excitement on what was to come.
He pulled away from the kiss and slid his hand under my skirt. His fingers stroked along my thighs before finding my bare mound. With a moan, I pushed myself into his touch, letting him know how ready I was for him.

The moment I felt his finger rubbing my clit, I broke the kiss and looked around. “I think we should find somewhere else,” I told him breathlessly. He nodded, got up, and began rummaging through his drawers for something.

But that’s not what my tingling wet pussy wanted.

“No need for that,” I told him, giving him a smile. “I want a filled, tingling pussy at the end of tonight.” He agreed and led me to the bedroom, our clothes falling to the floor. We quickly stripped each other naked, and soon we were kissing again. Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies, and I knew he could feel my wetness.

He moved between my legs, planting kisses all over my slick sex. Then he eased two fingers inside me and pushed them in deep. I moaned, squeezing his hand tightly. He pulled out slowly and continued this for a minute before moving to the other side of my body. There he began fingering my tingling wet pussy from behind, his mouth close to my ear.

“How does it feel?” he whispered.

I turned my head slightly to look back at him. “Perfect,” I breathed. “But I need your cock in me. Now.” I pushed him to the bed and climbed on top of him, desperate to get my tingling wet pussy nice and bred up.

His eyes were fixed on mine as I lowered down onto his erection. It felt incredible to be filled once more after such a short time. When I was all the way down, he grabbed my waist and held me there.

He gave me a look and held me tight as he lifted his hips into mine. Honestly, I was glad not to do all the work and squeezed as hard as I could.

By the end of the night, my tingling wet pussy gushed his come with every twitch.

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