My sweet,
I hope you enjoyed last night as much as I did. I can still smell your pussy on my fingers, I can taste your saliva on my tongue. The feeling of your body shaking as my cock penetrated you is still fresh on my mind. Your sweat still drips down my chest as I write this. I’m stroking my cock thinking about you. Thinking about the way you guided my fingers inside of, how you sucked on my balls, how you ran your perfect tits up my crotch and chest, how you told me to fuck you as hard as I could.
I want to give you props for how you rode me, how you were able to roll your lower body and move my cock around inside of your pussy. I bounced you up and down and heard the wetness of our sex collide. I was so turned on when you came and screamed out my name. When you bent over the bed and pulled your legs apart and told me to fuck your tight ass. I did, and I shot my cum inside of you, and again you screamed in pleasure. However I have something to confess.