You’ve been on my fucking brain all day… I couldn’t stop thinking about your hands and lips on me (just writing that makes my nipples hard). I’m in this tight black lingerie, stockings hooked to my garters, and all I want is for you to be the one peeling it off of me. I keep imagining your fingers tracing my curves, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips… god, I get wet just whispering it to you.

And my tits? They’re heavy, sensitive, aching for you. I unhook my bra slowly, letting them spill out - pink, puffy, so turned on just from the thought of your mouth sucking them, biting my nipples while you whisper how much you want to fuck me. I live for that - your voice, your hands, your cock throbbing inside me.

Then I slip my hand under my panties… so fucking wet. I start circling my clit - she s swollen, sensitive, throbbing - and I can t help but moan. I imagine it’s your fingers sinking deep, stretching me, making me gush. I come once… twice… but it’s not enough. I want