Ever since I saw your videos on Pornhub I think of you to get me off. You lay in bed and jerk off in a clear flesh-light. Seeing you stretch it out inside, I imagine its me being used like a toy for your pleasure. But you don’t pound it, your slow and gentle strokes make me realize every nerve in your dick is on fire and extremely sensitive. I wish my pussy could elicit those moans from your lips. I wish I could run my tongue along every vein and around your head and sensitive hole. I’ve never given balls a second thought but I could worship yours. I could take each in my mouth and swirl my tongue gently around it while I gently stroked your shaft. This is a love letter to your dick, because I know that you could fuck me heavenly when I first saw your video. The video which I’d watched for months before throwing all cares aside and finally messaging you. Luckily you messaged back and so started our snapchat sexting. Our first facetime date, me in my car in the middle of no where with a couple toys and you in bed trying to be quiet because your roommates were home as you stroked your dick and watched me finger myself. And every stroke your hand made, made me lustful and wanting. My fingers didn’t feel full enough to quench my ache and I was overwhelmed by intensity when you came while whispering my name. I couldn’t cum because I was too nervous alone in my car and you said you wished you were there with me, me too, more than you know. When I got home and laid in bed I came so hard. With my phone taking a recording I sank onto my dildo, greedy for every inch, imagining it was you. That orgasm was all for you.