Danila-kleus watch naked girls live.
I shall explore myself to your hot photo until sunrise.
His reply was so sweet and sexy, and made me feel beautiful and desirable and desired, for the first time in a very long time: My sweet – Oh, I like that photo of you in your garden, thank you.
I like where your hands are in that photo, folded in front of your gardening trousers.
And I long for when my own hands can be there again, too! Our time at our secret spot in the park is very much on my mind this morning, how sexy you looked lying in the grass under me, your incredible brown eyes looking up adoringly at me, the feel of your hard nipples under my hand, under my mouth, your hand under my shirt, the touch of your hand down my pants and on my hardness, how wet you were on my hand under your panties.
How you purred and panted and sighed.
I already miss that, I miss you, I need more of that, I need more of YOU! I miss you too, I replied.
I have the memory of your throbbing and exploding in my hand.
I have daydreams of when you can FINALLY be in me.
But that is not enough.
Not nearly enough. Gussllim xxxsex.
I’m on the other side of the country from you, instead of where I belong: in your loving arms.
I miss you terribly, what we have, and what we WILL have.
As for the photo I sent to you, I too long for the time when your hands (and more) can be there, too! It will be wonderful when we are finally together.
us rocking together in a timeless, ageless rhythm, your hardness pressing against me and into me….
and afterwards, when we are in that blissful, dreamy state.
your head upon my breast, my hands caressing your shoulders and back as I kiss your face.
The yearning is intense, I can tell you.
I have to go into the next workshop and TRY to focus on work and not on my fevered fantasies of you, but will chat with you, soon.
His reply: Yes I miss you terribly too.
I’m wide awake at 4:00 AM and reveling in reading your every word to me.
Yes, my fingers are crossed for your early return to my arms.
I’m picturing us folding-down the motel room bed covers together, hungrily undressing each other, tenderly exploring each other.
Passionately uniting body to body, soul to soul.
Erupting together and Read Full Post…