I ache for you that it hurts so bad. I lay down on my bed thinking about you. I begin to run my hands up my body, pinching and pulling on my tender nipples. I can’t help but to smile when I think about you.
My fingers start to caress over my panties, rubbing against my clit. I need you to come take care of me. I imagine your cock hard as steel. You wanting to bury yourself deep inside my velvet pussy. I moan out with excitement.
You hover over me, your lips on mine, kissing deeply. You tease me a little bit more rubbing against my sweet pussy grinding against me slowly until I can’t take it anymore. My body trembles with the desperate need of your cock filling me up.
Need I say anymore?
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