**The Itch She Needed Scrubbed**

I had no idea what I was in for when Emily climbed into my bed that night. She’d been hinting all evening—squirming in her seat, biting her lip, crossing and uncrossing her legs like she couldn’t get comfortable. I thought she was just teasing, but then she leaned in and whispered, *”My pussy’s driving me fucking crazy tonight. Can you help me?”*

I didn’t need to be asked twice.

The second we hit the mattress, her hands were all over me, tugging at my jeans, grinding against my thigh like she couldn’t stand another second of that desperate throb between her legs. She was soaked already—her panties were drenched when I slid them off, and the musky scent of her arousal hit me hard. But it was the way she shuddered when my fingers finally brushed her cunt that told me how bad she needed it.

*”Fuck, yes, don’t stop,”* she gasped, her hips jerking as I dragged two fingers through her slick folds. Her clit was swollen, begging for attention, but the second I pushed inside, her whole body tensed. *”Oh my god—it’s so sensitive. Fuck, it’s like—like an itch I can’t scratch deep enough!”*

I curled my fingers, grinding against that spongy spot inside her, and she let out this high, broken moan. Her pussy clenched around me, pulsing like it was trying to milk my fingers dry. The wetness was unreal—her thighs were already glistening, and the sheets beneath her were dark with it.

*”You’re gonna make me squirt,”* she panted, her nails digging into my arm. *”I can’t—I can’t stop it—”*

I didn’t let up, fucking her hard with my fingers while my thumb circled her clit, and that was all it took. She arched off the bed with a cry, her cunt clamping down as a hot rush of liquid gushed out of her, splashing my hand, her thighs, the sheets. It didn’t stop—wave after wave, her body writhing as she soaked everything beneath her.

*”Holy shit,”* I groaned, watching her pussy twitch as another spurt escaped.

Emily was shaking, her chest heaving, but the second she caught her breath, she was clawing at my pants. *”I need your cock. Please, I need it—right now!”*

I didn’t argue. Shoving my jeans down, I lined myself up with her dripping cunt and pushed inside in one rough thrust. The sensation was insane—her pussy was still spasming from her last orgasm, clenching around me like a wet, greedy fist. She whimpered, her legs locking around my hips, and I set a brutal pace, slamming into her over and over while her juices slicked every thrust.

*”You feel so fucking good,”* I growled, my cock sinking deeper with each snap of my hips. *”Fuck, look at you—soaking the bed again.”*

She was. Another flood was building—I could feel her pussy fluttering, her back bowing as she choked out, *”I’m gonna—oh fuck—I’m gonna squirt again—!”*

This time, I felt it. Her cunt clenched tight, then released, a hot rush of liquid spilling out around my dick as she screamed, her nails raking down my back. I fucked her through it, my balls slapping against her ass, until my own orgasm ripped through me. I came hard, pumping her full as she kept twitching beneath me, her pussy still squeezing every last drop from me.

By the time I collapsed next to her, the bed was wrecked. Emily was panting, her thighs still trembling, her cunt glistening and swollen. She let out a breathless laugh.

*”You scratched the itch,”* she murmured, dragging a lazy finger through the mess between her legs, then sucking it clean. *”But I’ve got a feeling it’s gonna come back.”*

I knew I’d be ready when it did.