Sexual Desires And Fantasies

Jenny's eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "I want... I want to feel... used," she managed to say, her voice strained with desire. The admission was as surprising to her as it was to Dan.

Dan's touch grew bolder, his fingers expertly finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that Rachel had so eloquently described. He circled her clit with a gentle pressure, watching Jenny's body respond to his touch. Her hips rolled, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Rachel's story had painted a picture of a man who knew exactly how to pleasure a woman, and now Jenny was experiencing it firsthand.

"Another fantasy, Jenny," he urged, his voice a soft command. "Tell me what you crave."

Her eyes snapped open, and she met his gaze. "I want to... be taken, without mercy." The words spilled out of her, raw and unfiltered. Rachel's friend had spoken of his dominance, and Jenny found herself craving it, desperately.

Dan's smile grew, the corners of his lips twitching with excitement. "Now we're getting somewhere," he murmured, his thumb pressing harder against her swollen clit. The room swam around her, and she could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing with every pass of his skilled fingers. Rachel's words came back to her, whispering through her mind like a siren's song. "Perfectly proportioned, thick, and veiny."

Jenny's eyes widened, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. She dug her nails into the leather of the booth, trying to keep herself from crying out. Her body arched, her back bowing as she rode the crest of her climax. Dan's eyes never left hers, watching her intently, his own arousal clear in his gaze.