I’m so horny Zayne, every moment away from you is torture. I need your hands rubbing my skin, your mouth on my most sensitive places. You being so busy with work takes its toll on me, and sometimes I can’t help but reach into my panties when I’m alone, and touch myself to the thoughts of you. How your fingers would feel instead, how your tongue would feel instead. And then once you’ve tasted me, how you’d turn me around and get me on my fours, and fuck me like you’ve been starved. I’d take you so well, baby, I’d feel so deliciously full while you slam into me over and over again. And then I’d cum, hard, screaming your name until my voice turns hoarse, clenching so tightly around you. And then I’d feel you cum in me, because you know I love when you breed me like the little slut I am, and I’d milk you so well, daddy. I’d take it so good.