The search for the next big load

Ever since that night, she could not stop thinking dirty thoughts almost every waking hour of the day. She was always wet, and every touch on her loins was like a firecracker sizzling to burst. A part of her had been set on fire that was hot as the cum inside her pussy that night. Her greatest regret for then was not being able to remember what happened, only gaining consciousness when the deed was done. She chastised herself for being weak. She wanted to experience the fun from beginning to cream filled end and she vowed never to be asleep during such important events ever again.

After the second masturbation session of the late afternoon day, she laid naked in bed, still heaving out in recovery from her latest orgasm. For now, it seemed to have worked for a while, but the missing cock and splattering of hot cum dissatisfied her. It had been a few days since that fateful encounter and no amount of rubbing would ever seem to get her off as much as did that night. She needed a real dick to use her again, the thought making her grin silly as her fingers sensually brushed up her groin. She had never thought she would ever find herself thinking about such a thing, but she just could not help herself now that she was free from the shackles she was previously attached to.

She went through the names and faces of all the men she knew. The choices were many, so she crosschecked with Facebook to give her some ideas.