Feeling For You, Part 3 (R-18)

My hormones had completely and utterly taken over me by this point. 

Any other thought I tried thinking of would just zap out of a neuron, land on a conveyor belt where it is mushed, grounded, then dipped in a boiling bucket of depravity before eventually being warped into and spat out as just another insatiable thirst in a factory filled to the brim of millions of other things I want to do to her. 

I hitched up her skirt even more, lifting the tousled hems and folding it over itself across her waist - and in the split-second before I submerged my head into the stranglehold of her thighs as she futilely attempted to seal them close, I realized I wasn't exactly too sure what I was supposed to be doing, but yet… inside me, I had this strange and powerful urge that I do.