he left her long, languid and lecherous messages
when he was away
sometimes, telling her how to touch herself
sometimes simply suggesting rabid things he was doing to her
(or to someone else if she wasn’t good)
in his naked cock-slamming imagination
and she would lie back
dressed to seduce her own libido
listen to his velvet voice in the half lit eve
and cry out to the heavens
as he guided her soggy fingers
to drive herself to the brink and over
again and again and again
The warm water washes over me as your touch would. I run the soapy cloth against my body, slowly igniting the desire that burns beneath the surface. It’s what you do to me. I can’t help but touch myself when thoughts of you flood me.
Another fucking perfect submission from Sara I first noticed her lips and breasts then I saw her hand between her legs, I bet she is thinking of a few of her favorite things.
