Family dinner tonight. Sat across from her and had to grip my fork so hard my knuckles went white. She was wearing that little sundress again, the one with the thin straps that barely hold her tits up. Every time she leaned forward to grab the bread basket, I got a perfect view down her neckline. I could smell her perfume mixed with the scent of her cunt—she must have been wet under the table, teasing me. I wanted to flip the whole fucking table, drag her into my room by her hair, and shove my cock so deep down her throat she’d choke on it. Had to pretend I was interested in Mom’s work stories while my cock throbbed, imagining her lips wrapped around me. I’m going to steal that dress tonight. I need to bury my face in it and stroke my dick until I cum thinking about her riding my face. (Mood: hungry)