Sat on the sofa

You’re sat on the sofa.

Your thoughts wander to me.

Slipping your hand into your panties.

Stroking just to feel.

Feel the slick wet warmth.

The tingling up inside.

The juices coating probing fingers.

The taste of cunt sublime

You’re sat on the sofa.

In masturbatory bliss. 

Pushing yourself until you cum.

A demand of your own, your fix.

 

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