I love a devil: part IV

I left the office that night, while that sac of dirt lay naked on the floor. Then I drove down easy street to that little coffee shop with the basement. The sounds of jazz and laughter could be heard outside the door. I strolled in and took a seat in the back. My eyes wandered the room, yah… so I was looking for him. He excited me so much… sometimes I wonder why I even bother looking for anything else. But I think again, and well he is only fucking me. So I close my eyes and light a cig to my mouth. “Bad Pussy: is the whisper tingling my spots throughout my body. I feel like I’m dreaming as two think, long fingers rub my wet mound. They slide up and down, then spread my lips and tap my clit violently. I know I’m breathing harder cause I feel my heart jump to my throat almost choking me. “Your mine little kitty, all mine. This pussy only cries for me”