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My pussy has been an insistent little bitch lately.
"Play with me!"
"Make him fuck me!"
"Touch me!"
"Let's hump something!"
Yesterday I took a morning nap and woke up to this whining persistent need between my legs.
"But I have stuff to DO!" I argued, hopelessly.
My pussy just throbbed some more.
"It's IMPORTANT stuff!" I stated, pointlessly.
"Touch me," it said.
I touched it. If a pussy could sigh, I swear mine did. "FINE FINE FINE!" I said, "You demanding cunt! That's it!"
I finger-fucked myself until the damn thing made me scream and it shut the fuck up for awhile.
I mean, FUCK. I've got stuff to do, you know?
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