I want you to fuck me.
I know it wasn’t just sexual. How could it be? We live hundreds of miles apart. Is this the true definition of “mind fuck”?
As I lay here I remember your wet kisses. I remember watching you as you cupped my tit and swirled your tongue around my nipple. I loved feeling your cock get hard as you went from one nipple to the other.
I want you here. I want to watch as you run your fingers down my stomach to find my hot pussy waiting. I want to nudge you in the direction to the feast that waits for you.
I can see you clearly. I can feel your hands squeezing my tits just hard enough to hurt as you start eating me. I remember reaching down and playing with myself as your tongue went deep inside of me. I can hear you, “Mmm..you taste good babe”.
I’m starting to lose control Jack. My hips are moving in a circular motion and up and down as you suck my clit. Never stopping. I’m moaning. I’m wet. I can’t wait.
Just as I’m about to come you reach up and pinch both of my nipples. I grab you by the hair and raise my hips so there is no where for you to go. All stops as I orgasm except for the flow of my cum into your mouth.
My cum is hot and sweet. I know this because of the tender kisses you gave me with my cum all over your lips.
I miss you, now more than ever.