A long-distance love letter

I can’t wait to worship your cock.
When I see you, I don’t kiss you or even say a word. I drop to my knees before you and pull off my shirt, knowing I’m going to make a mess. Before you can make a sound your pants are around your knees and my mouth is on your cock. It’s so fucking satisfying, feeling your thick shaft swell under my tongue strokes.

I get you dripping wet with my mouth, my eyes locked with yours, until I let my hands take over and play with your balls, tongue flicking out to tease your ass. But you’re not in the mood to be teased. You twine your hands in my hair, pull my head back and force your cock in my mouth. I dig my nails into your thighs, pulling you harder into me, abusing the back of my throat with your rock hard tip. You fuck my face until I’m choking and gasping for air, angling my head so you can see my face wet with tears and spit and precum. My pussy is throbbing and drenched, jealous of the attention my mouth is getting from your rigid cock. But I don’t stop.

With my mouth tight on your tip I stroke and twist along your shaft with one hand, and start to finger myself with the other. I love the sounds you make when you’re close and the way your amazing body starts to shake and tense. I pull my hand away from my wet cunt and use it to tease your asshole, pushing you over the edge. I pull back as you erupt, finally letting myself cum as you drench my face and tits with your seed

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