I think about you all the time. Sometimes I hear a sexy love song and it makes me think of you. When I get dressed in the morning, I pick a sexy little bra and panty set that I think you would find sexy. As I slip the bra over my shoulders and hook it around my back, I think what your hands would feel like on my naked skin, and your lips kissing the back of my neck as you unhook my bra. I am addicted to the way you talk about kissing me, making love to me, fucking me. Just the sound of your voice and your seductive choice of words makes me cum and leaves me craving more of you.
I am amazed the pangs of jealousy or envy I feel when you talk about your calls with other girls. I have no right to these feelings, but they are there.
I freely admit that I am your greedy secret girlfriend. I lie in bed at night and think of that sound you make when you cum for me. I always end up slipping my fingers inside of my pussy and then rub my juices on my breasts. I think back to our first call and I knew there was a sensational connection between us.
I am so addicted to you and all those things you do to me to make me cum so hard. You make me purr like your seductive sexy kitten. I desire to taste you, touch you, kiss you. Your voice on the phone is intoxicating to me. When you are away, I miss you. Then I hearing the phone ring, and I am hoping it is you calling to ravish me. Please don’t make me wait much longer!
Love,
Skylar
