“I miss you.” A text I’m risking to send and hopefully get my yoni dripping wet… again. Wanting to feel those luscious lips, wide and pink. And to be truthfully honest, they are on my top list… actually my favorite. I’m sure if you can tell, I’m excited and anxious.
Reminiscing back to memories, the moment we first met after the direct message exchanges to being in each other’s faces. Baby, we could’ve went places but that’s okay it was an experience.
Mmm… the way you got aggressive. Excuse my shyness but I wasn’t sure how much of a freak you was until you said to lay it.
My body was warm and my legs were shaky, anticipating the touches you were ready to use to break me. Fuck… I hope you reply because I’ll assume after 3 seconds of no response, you would’ve forsaken me.
Let me pull out my bags of thoughts and fantasies. Recreate that moment you didn’t hesitate to seduced me, used me. Making you scream, I scream, for me to cream down your throat and on your body.
You thought I forgot how I was able to please you. Letting my tongue slither through your neck and my hand traveling down as my fingertips finally touches the pre-cum coming from the tip of your…
My tastebuds were ready to savor you in with my fluids and make you apart of my soul for eternity. That does sound crazy but it’s why I’m willing to send this text and looking to be cheesin’ from ear to ear as if someone gave me a orange daisy. That flower is also my favorite.
Licking my lips as I could recollect the hours of that night my moans were music to others but yet we weren’t the only ones with a mission.
I remember being in the missionary position. Your sweat dripping on to my chest while I stretch my neck long enough to kiss your lips.
Hearing your moans in my ears, I swear you knew exactly what you did to me. So as I send this text, I carry the hopes that later I can feel you cumming inside this yoni.
Please reply back… I’m willing to wait patiently, baby.
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