HNT: Thirty

In one swift move, he reaches in and shreds the pink satin covering her modesty, his deft fingers plunging deep into the slippery heat, her raspy breath and aroused cries filling the room.

As I watch him possess her, as I watch him unleash his desire, as I watch the primal power play of their grinding, scantily-clad bodies, my longing for the one out of reach on this night, for his commanding hands and their touch, for his mouth and its kiss, for his skin and scent and hardening flesh rises up and overtakes me.

Edging closer to the screen, I begin grazing, touching, teasing, shedding my own fabric prison, baring my needy flesh to their flame, bathing this fair nakedness in the glow, sinking my body into the very connection I crave at this moment above all other.

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)