Only Sliding The Tip Of My Dick Inside You When You're Ovulating So I Can Watch You Move Your Hips Up

Only sliding the tip of my dick inside you when you're ovulating so I can watch you move your hips up and down to desperately fuck yourself on me

useful

I woke up wet.

I woke up wet before BB stirred, before he pushed the front of his body against the back of mine. I was wet before he reached under my shirt to squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples, before he bared my ass and pussy for his roaming, groping hands.

Unless I'm being denied for a long period of time (in this case it had only been three days), it usually takes a little more effort for my pussy to enter a soaking state.

This morning, however, it was as easy as waking up.

I reported my wetness to BB. He'd woken up hornier than usual, too. He wrapped my hand around his hard cock and told me to stroke.

He wouldn't finish that way, though. Why would he, when he had a readily available and lubricated hole to use?

"You woke up wet because your pussy knew it needed to be ready for its owner," he said in my ear as he fucked me. "It knew it needed to be useful."

He put his hand around my throat and all I could do was whimper. He was correct. It did seem as though, somehow, my pussy knew.

Afterwards, I found myself in that familiar place. That blissful, happy place that I go to when I know I've served my purpose.

I obviously did not get an orgasm and didn't want one until I was at work later, distracted by the aching need between my thighs. I've been feeing it all day, the pressure against my clit, the desire for release.

I'm not allowed to say that I "need" orgasms. If I say I "need" an orgasm, I'm not getting one. At this point, though, when I'm horny, my brain doesn't automatically jump to having an orgasm, which used to be the default.

The new default is realizing how sticky and achey I am and wondering, desperately, when I can next be useful.

oh i’m yours? then microchip me

there are places you haven't been where you already belong

𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂'𝓼 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵