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You’ve been on my fucking brain all day… I couldn’t stop thinking about your hands and lips on me (just writing that makes my nipples hard). I’m in this tight black lingerie, stockings hooked to my garters, and all I want is for you to be the one peeling it off of me. I keep imagining your fingers tracing my curves, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips… god, I get wet just whispering it to you. And my tits? They’re heavy, sensitive, aching for you. I unhook my bra slowly, letting them spill out - pink, puffy, so turned on just from the thought of your mouth sucking them, biting my nipples while you whisper how much you want to fuck me. I live for that - your voice, your hands, your cock throbbing inside me. Then I slip my hand under my panties… so fucking wet. I start circling my clit - she's swollen, sensitive, throbbing - and I can't help but moan. I pretend it’s your fingers sinking deep, stretching me, making me gush. I come once… twice… but it’s not enough. I want you. I want to feel you pound into me, fill me up, make me scream. By the third orgasm, I’m shaking, dripping, yours. I don’t even care if I’m a mess - I want you to see me like this. Broken, needy, completely addicted to what you do to me. I keep cumming because I keep imagining you deeper, harder, longer… I can’t get enough. This body? It’s yours. My pussy? Yours. My orgasms? All for you. Can you handle how much I need you? And when you'd like something special, why not reach out for a custom? / Lily O'Riley - LilyOhRiley - lilyohriley.manyvids.com