His voice is consuming my every thought. He stands six feet tall; he has strong arms that melt away the pain of a broken heart from his hugs. He has a toned stomach. He smells so good that it makes my body tingle.
We met online a few years back and have been on and off sexually ever since. We send things back and forth on Snapchat. I sent a picture of my nice C-cup breasts begging to be touched, along with a message that said, “It’s been a while; I get worked up easily.”
His response shocked me “It has been a while for me too.”
“My toys don’t even help,” and I sent him a picture of my toys.
“Oh?”
“What would you do to me if I was with you now?” I asked.
“I am feeling a bit angsty, so I would probably cuff or tie your hands above your head. I would use your toys on you until you can barely breathe.”
“Mm, I would be dripping wet.”
“I would let you cool down only for a moment, and then I would slowly start working my hard cock into your dripping pussy, slowly at first but steadily picking up speed. I would then untie you and flip you over, hit it deep from behind you play with your clit, depending on how worked up I was. I could either keep fucking your nice tight sweet little pussy till I finished or give you many squirting orgasms.”
These messages got me so worked up that I had no choice but to pull out my 7.5” thrusting toy and pleasure myself.
