I'm Not Sure But...

I know what's going through my own mind now as I continue to stroke the rubber dick with Geri's cunt. Her hips are moving rhythmically in support of my action. A manual action at that.

"I wish I had a big hard cock right now!" I'm thinking. "Oh yes. It would be special to be plowing Geri's gash with my own manhood but seeing her enjoying this right now is making me, well, horny I guess you might say and yes. I wish I had a big, hard, warm cock plowing my own slippery gash right now! Especially after having a short taste of penetration and just enough strokes to get me going only to have it jerked away from me in my moment of need!"

"What?" My mind continues to race. "These are crazy thoughts. I'm a man, after all. Yeah right. A man without man stuff and instead an actual vajayjay! Apparently, it's needs are dominating my thought processes! I can't believe I'm viewing the idea of sex with a man as favorable! That's just gross!" I conclude. "Well, maybe not if he doesn't kiss me." I manage to rationalize the desire.

"Desire?" I question. "Yes. The desire for, the need for, the drive for sexual satisfaction!" Right now though, because of my female sex organ, that means penetration via a hardon. Geri begins to thrust her hips faster and I try to bump up the speed of my manual fuck strokes, pleasuring her pussy and wanting it to be mine!

Right now I can only imagine what she's feeling, what she's going through but I really want to know. As I work faster to help finish off Geri's orgasm I'm convinced that I need to not only get what she's having but to get it with a real cock!