An Open Letter to Your Cock
I’ve been thinking about you…all night.
Hey, sexy.
I’m laying in bed with my laptop right now. I can’t stop watching porn, I’m just so horny, and all of those thick, hard cocks plummeting into those beautiful little pink pussies have me thinking of you.
What is your cock doing right now? Is he laying softly and gently, waiting for me to wake him up? Or is he waking up as you read my letter to your delicious magic stick? Mm. I just remembered what it tastes like to run my tongue up and down that shaft, the warm and salty experience of your flesh on my taste buds. I can feel my wanting inside my cheeks — it’s almost like the ghost of your rod is rubbing them gently, and I’m gasping in desperation to feel the real thing. Do you know how much I love feeling your width stretch my little mouth to its farthest extremes? How beautiful it is to massage you with the soft, warm flesh of my oral cavity. Hearing you moan and tell me how good I’m doing while my eyes tear up from your length going down my throat…telling me how pretty I am with my make-up smeared and streaming down my face, god you make me feel so sexy.
Is it hard now, baby? I hope it is. I hope you’re holding it for me since I can’t right now.
My hands are so soft, small, and gentle. I wish my rose petal palms were gripping it for you. I’d…
