Even today, with all the anticipation and pent-up sexual tension from where we left off last night, I imagine you’ll still be sweet, my Sexy Gent, and ask how I am, how my evening was before asking if I’ve been a good girl. I smile involuntarily, as I always do at that sight and all that it holds in store. I fill a glass of cold water and a bowl of fresh mango but forgetting about my fantasies for even a few moments proves impossible. I came hard and fast, but it was not as satisfying as when we are communicating. Mmmmmmmmmm
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The brightening sky is coming into view, just beginning to change the night sky to daybreak—for me anyway. I just had to squeeze my own tits, imagining each touch was yours. At this point in our typed on-site conversation, you will switch to my Sex Name, indicating that it is on! It’s now not the same without your ‘Mmmm’ or teasing me with what you’d do to me if we were neighbors as opposed to
