I miss you. My bed measures thousands of miles every night w..
Added 2023-11-03 03:11:29 +0000 UTCI miss you. My bed measures thousands of miles every night when you're gone. Half asleep I open my legs believing that at any moment I will feel your fingers gently rubbing my clitoris. You liked that I left a light layer of hair, you liked to suck them, lick them, you liked to fill your mouth with my vaginal fluids. Half asleep I open my legs believing that I am going to feel your tongue moving quickly on the tip of my clitoris. I miss you. You liked to pass the tip of your penis up and down my vulva, without putting it in, and that drove me crazy. You laughed, you were happy gently hitting the head of your cock on my clitoris. I begged you to put it in, but you, laughing, didn't do it. It made you hard, very hard, and I wanted it inside. When I think of you my pussy automatically gets wet and my legs open. When I remember you I get horny. I miss you. I feel like my vagina pulsates when I think about you, it swells and wants you. My slit burns, it's hot all the time waiting for you. My slit wants you to fill it, my legs can't close, my bed is huge, my eyes cry. Where is your warm tongue? Where are your nimble fingers? Where is your hot cock? Where are you my love? In heaven or hell? Where did you go after leaving this world? I am in the limbo of my lonely bed. Who can comfort me? Who can fuck me like you? I miss you.
