The Fox Of Your Dreams!

T. Fox speaking—hey guys. It feels good to be back. I split from my man a while back, so I took some time to myself. Your letters piled up and, damn, they hit different. I didn’t know you wanted me like that. Now that you’ve said it out loud, I’m dropping the act. Truth is, I’d rather be here with you than with that asshole who never once made me feel wanted. So, are we playing? I bought a brand-new dress and my pussy’s already talking about it. And the fact that you’re out there stroking while you watch? That only makes me wetter. I plant myself in front of the couch, sliding my hands up and down my tits and smooth thighs, acting sweet like the girl next door. I inch the hem higher, flashing the tight curve of my ass, then drop onto the cushions, grinding my cheeks against the fabric. Up again, dress hiked high, nails scraping my stomach on the way down until I cup my warm pussy through cotton. Already slick. Perched on the armrest, I stroke from tits to slit, stroking my thighs, then slow circles over my clit. I tease a strap off my shoulder, let a tit spill free, twist around, and crawl into doggy. My ass sways, hips rolling, hands still roaming every inch. I flip onto my back, one leg hugged tight, then let it fall wide open. Fingers glide over swollen lips. I squeeze my thighs together, then ease the pressure, petting soft again. Side to side, hips rocking, I’m smiling like a girl who loves a juicy, needy cunt. Legs V’d high, I rub fast, then stand and peel the dress off, letting it fall. Panties next. My fingers dip under the waistband, spreading slick heat, and I drop to my knees, sliding into a spoon to knead my ass while I strum my clit. Warm. Happy. Drenched. Sitting up, I grind in circles, yank the panties to my ankles, and lift my legs, rubbing hard and quick. I steal a long sniff of the damp fabric, then kneel, head down on the couch back, ass spread, fingering my pink slit from bottom to top. Sitting again, one foot on the floor, I scoot forward and work my cunt in tight, frantic circles until my body shudders through the kind of orgasm that doesn’t come every day.