Little Minx

Lindsay lay naked on her bed slowly fingering her aching pussy. She pushed one of her wet fingers into her hungry hole while using her thumb to stroke her sensitive nub. Lindsay cooed as sensations tingled up and around her young lithe body. She was quite proud of her sensual body, loving it when she caught men ogling her slim waist and firm perky breasts. She hummed to herself as she used her other hand to gently twist at one of her nipples.

“God I need a fucking dick in me! His dick stretching my hot hole.”

The thought made an expeshaly strong jolt travel up her spine causing her to squirm and wine. Her fingers weren’t enough, she grabbed the dildo laying next to her and quickly pushed it inside her cunt. Lindsay eagerly thrust the dildo in and out of herself before huffing in frustration. She picked up a picture of a handsome man sitting next to a beautiful brunette.

“If it wasn’t for that bitch I could have his dong pounding me senseless right now.” She growled clenching her jaw and pussy with dissatisfaction.

Lindsey stood, still with the dildo deep in her pussy, and walked to the nearby desk. She opened the top drawer and took out a bic lighter which she used to set fire to the image. She grinned as the flames licked the edges of the brunette’s fit body. As the woman’s face cought fire Lindsey felt a hard jolt rip up her spine as her cunt clamped down on the dildo. Lindsey was **** to slump forward on the desk moaning like a bitch in heat as she continued to watch the flames lick across the image. Her hand wrapped around the dildo and roughly slammed it in and out of her hole as hard as she could. She was left gasping as her thrusting **** another long, drawn-out moan to escape her lips as her pleasure ramped higher. With a quivering catch in her breath she quickly removed the dildo, tossing it aside, as she moved the image in front of her quivering pussy and giggled as streams of clear fluid squirted from her spasming cunt onto the image, quickly putting out the flames. Lindsey ran her finger across the image of the now single man as she smeared her juices on his face.

“Oh yes” she thought and giggled again, biting her lip. “So much better.” she used the image to dab the last bit of fluid from her neatly trimmed bush enjoying the tingling glow at the thought of him touching her.

Lindsay moved over to a diary lying open on her bed. At the top of the page in bold, heavily shaded, and underlined words a header read “The Plan”. She placed the image, now heavy with her mask, into the book and closed it.

“Yes, soon. I can hardly wait to get started.”