My body betrays me the second we connect: nipples hard enough to ache, clit throbbing under the lightest touch, pussy pulsing like it’s already begging for you. I love confessing it all—how my hips roll involuntarily when I picture you pinning me down, how I’d arch my back and spread wider so you could watch me fuck myself deep and filthy on three fingers while whispering exactly how I’d milk every drop out of you if you were here.











