“Psychologie (six)”

Jaye lay across her bed; one leg stretched flat, and the other, her heel against the inside of her thigh. A hand travels from tracing hard nipple. Turks had been a lot of bland food, and even more boring people she sighed. Then, grabbing her phone, what was to be a yawn was suddenly her eyes opening wide. She smiled and her eyes closed; feeling the warm wet between her legs — one finger, at first — then two — gasping at three when she thought about him.

Biting her bottom lip, she caressed her throbbing mound, squeezing, then slapping it, mocking Aurelius’ ‘knocking at her door,’ her chest rose. He’s such a tease, Jaye thought.

“I know what she needs,” Jaye froze as a hand gripped her front of her neck. Aurelius stuffed her mouth with his length and girth, Jaye moaned as her head moved back and forth. Aurlieus reached between her thighs and squeezed his balls, sucking harder and moaning louder. He knew where to touch her and how; it made her body hot and her mind a hazy and blank nothingness. Jaye heard colors and whispered cries as Aurelius lifted her from off of the bed as she was still attached just below his waist. “I’m hungry, too,” and Aurelius grunted and laughed, cleaning the mess he was making of Jaye, with his own mouth.