Reclaiming

954 Days

You had your cock in a sleeve that gave you and Amanda the illusion that you could get it up again. You rubbed the 9 brown inches up and down Amanda's sodden entrance. She wrapped her arms around you, hugging you tight.

"Mmmm, I've missed you love," Amanda murmured, her breath hot in your ear.

"I've missed you so much baby," you responded. "It was hard ... always listening."

"You just wanted to watch," she chuckled. "Dirty boy." She wrapped her legs around you, and you slid deeper into her. She moaned, and you fucked, your hips working into her. The sensation wasn't quite the same, but it was her response you were aiming for. And as she elevated, from squeaks and moans, to a full-throttled orgasm in your ear, it was almost as good as the real thing. Perhaps you should take a break from it all. But you looked at the clock on your phone. 954 days to go. Time for your next pick.