Your fingers excite me. One is probably as thick as two of mine. I hope you know that when I sit with your friends and hold your hand I'm thinking about how good your palm would feel pressed against my clit as you hold your middle finger inside my cunt. But I swear, my intentions are the best.
After your hand has found its way under my shorts it won't take long from there, I know that for a fact. I'd be soaking wet. Dripping and swollen for you. My tight cunt would be begging for a finger, or two, and I'd follow you down with a hand of my own to get at my pierced clit.
I want to feel you groan into my neck as your finger slides along my slippery slit, feeling how ready and willing I am for how ever many fingers you're willing to give me. I'd beg for it. I'd beg so hard as I rub myself and your fingers linger over my slit.
"Please, let me feel it. Please, slip it in. Give me two."
I know you'd have a hard time resisting this. You just want to make me happy, satisfy me in a way that makes me shake and moan even though your own excitement is getting unbearable.
Feeling me soaked, and finding me begging won't help with resisting the impulse to unbuckle your pants and give me what I really want: all of you. But for now, this is what you get.
Your fingers would fill me nicely and I'd come quickly. I've imagined this situation so many times. I've come so hard thinking about feeling those fingers inside.
We could have so much fun together.
