When you are not here with me I can’t help but touch myself. I dress up in my sexiest lingerie and heels and lay across our bed and close my eyes. Letting my hands wander every where that I know your lips would go. Knowing every little spot you would pay extra attention to.
My fingers dancing across my hot skin just as your tongue would tease me unmercifully. Thoughts of you is what gets me off. Those thoughts give me all the pleasure I need until you are back with me. With me and within me. Deeply embedded in my both my heart and my pussy, right where you belong!
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