Sweet cinnamon lingers on my tongue as I walk along the dark asphalt that’s still steaming from the warm August rain. I can feel the water beneath my toes as they push forward in my stilettos; the leather is damp, and I can feel it beginning to stretch.

The humidity is unusually high. It’s under my skin. The nape of my neck is hot under the weight of my long raven hair and it’s quickly losing its satiny perfection. With each step I take, it’s becoming more and more tousled. It’s giving me that just-fucked calling card that makes people crane their necks just to drink a bit of me in.

But I haven’t been fucked. Not just yet…

Still, maybe they’re noticing the flush in my cheeks, the vague imprint of anticipation and the lust-filled rush of arousal that glazes my eyes. Perhaps it’s the way I’m walking, seizing the opportunity to press my creamy thighs together as I slow my pace just enough to embrace the deep throb of yearning between my legs.

I’m enjoying the way my panties ride snugly between my moist lips as they slide back and forth against my longing clit. They’re cut high and drape over the apple-bottom swell of my ass. I’m taking great delight in feeling the warm night breeze under the short hem of my dress. All of these tantalizing pleasures are keeping me constantly aware of my own sexuality and stoking my desire to be fucked by you.

Inspired by my arousal, I reach into my handbag, and find my cell phone before ducking for cover under a building with an awning. I lean against the wall and push the phone beneath my dress, pulling the soaked fabric of my panties aside to expose my wet pussy for the camera lens. I hear the click of the camera as I slowly blow a red bubble with my cinnamon gum, taking a few more shots for you.

I phone you to tell you that I urgently need to be fucked, and that I’ve already called an Uber to bring me to your place. I explain that after dinner with Jill, we saw a very erotic movie and I simply cannot end my evening without feeling you inside me. You reassure me that you are going to fuck me into oblivion when I get there!

When my ride pulls up, I get into the backseat and nonchalantly push two fingers inside my dripping wet pussy. The warm gush of heightened excitement rushes through me and reminds me of how my pussy will be tightly clenched around your dick like a carnivorous little flower that needs to be fed in just a few more minutes!

When I arrive, you peel my wet dress from my body and begin grabbing at my body as you ravenously kiss me. You order me to lean back against the bed so that you can get a good look at me and sear the image into your mind. I am more than happy to oblige you.

You pull out your cock and stroke it a few times before reaching for my hand to help me back up. You then feverishly push me down onto the bed on my back. You pull up my bra to expose my tits, and you yank my panties off, lifting my legs and pulling them wide, resting my ankles on your shoulders.

You can clearly see, feel and smell my frenzied state of arousal and don’t waste a moment more teasing me with foreplay. You drive your hard cock straight into me fast and deep, like a jackhammer.

A minute later, I dig my fingernails into the flesh on your back and scream out as I explode all over your cock. You want to know if I’m ready for your cum; I nod and bite my bottom lip. You crash into me one last time as you shoot a massive load into my pussy.

You collapse into me and I whisper in your ear…

“I just love hot August nights!”