I heard from her boyfriend she likes wild sex. I heard from her she likes it rough. I never pictured us doing anything, just because she never showed any interest in women. That is, until the day she told me had urges.
After a few days talking back and forth, we decided to try a strap on.
Now, whenever I picture it, it’s hot; her fucking me, on top of me. Biting and kissing my neck, me grabbing and scratching her back; lifting my hips up and down, taking in more of her.
I think of this image when I masturbate now. I think her name over and over, closing my eyes tight to hold onto the image of her biting, kissing, and fucking me. I think of her as I cum, calling out her name in an orgasmic moan.