sunday fantasy

She sat on his face. She removed her knickers off her pussy, to the side. His tongue juiced up her lips. Labia lips.
He always wondered how many women would he be able to fuck at once.
He never seemed to agree with himself on the number. two, three? maybe five?
She grabbed the sides of his head. She moved the head back and forth as if it were a salt shaker. She groaned.
He took a big breath and her pussy lips covered his nostrils for a second. He could smell her flesh. He could smell the strength of her wish to be fucked. Through the transparent skin on her pussy.
She put her head back. She closed her eyes and she wished the death of her pleasure. Possibly an orgasm.
He stopped. He pushed her on her back. He opened her legs wider with one hand. He bolstered his cock against her clit. Ten. Maybe twelve. What would it be like to fuck one hundred pussies all at the same time?
She twisted her nipple to red. She blushed but his cock filled her up to the rim. She resisted his thrust. She pretended she's not interested but the hammering accelerated. She begged for forgiveness... Or orgasm.
One hundred fresh pussies to lick, to love and fuck. Red pussies, black pussies, shaved pussies, tight pussies, generous pussies...Fuck...Fuck...He comes.
Her cunt tightened. It convulsively sucked the life out of his cock. She gave in to pleasure. She gave in to him.
It was a sunny day. She closed her book. She couldn't focus on studying anyway. She stood up from the love seat. She picked the underwear out of her ass. She walked to the window. If only someone would call. Maybe she'll settle for a nap. She'll go out tonight anyway.