Baying at the moon
I was loud when I fucked her — the guttural sounds of an animal in heat; I was a wolf baying at the moon wanting to cum forever. She would squirt on me as if marking her territory, and I would always come back for more.
Jerking off for you
As I read the message again and focused on the kiss, I could taste you; feel your breasts pressed into me as we kissed; hear your soft groans as I played with your lips and slid a finger inside a hungry pussy; I relived how we found ourselves fucking on the kitchen table. I let myself get lost in memories.