Intimate Encounters Between Women

My husband was biting his lip and moaning, a look of utter desperation across his sleeping brow. I wondered if he could smell how wet my pussy was. Now it looked like it was about to burst! Drool drool. I watched for what seemed like an eternity, getting more and more frustrated with every lick, until finally I couldn’t take it any longer. He was as turned on as we were. We hadn’t had sex since his injury, but the two weeks had passed at this point, even though he was still medicated. I was squeezing my thighs together, my swollen lips sliding against one another. I pulled the panties up into my eager pussy, hard. Would he cum? One night, I was woken by a familiar slurping sound. “Oh god, baby I’ve missed you so much.