Business travel is lonely. Three Old Fashioned’s and a Tumblr blog with girls getting pounded ain’t helping my unhinged desire to fuck either. I am so fucking horny I could dip my cock in this Maker’s Mark if it wasn’t surrounded by ice.
Where are you?
I need you.
If you were here I would spend eternity sucking that pink bean. I would build a checklist in my head and each time you came with my mouth over your clit I’d tick one off.
I am aiming high tonight, baby girl. Real high.
I’d reach inside you and feel for that tactile zone on the inside of your pussy where I know your G is. I wouldn’t leave it alone – at all. I’d smile like a total fucking asshole when you curled up and tried to push my hand away.
Like I would stop now. Have you ever met me? This is my time to shine, Kitten.
Just settle in cause shit’s about to get intense for you so I suggest you ball up those fists in the comforter and close your eyes. That’s about all you can do when I am determined like this.
Queuing up for double digits tonight. This is when I measure my worth.
My jeans wouldn’t even come off until we were on eight. Touch my cock and you’ll catch a slap across your tits and hands.
Cum for me, over and over and over and over and over.
If you were only here.
I’d fucking ruin you.