Hey my hot married friend, right now, I think I’m just going to let the slow burn happen instead of putting all on the table. But that doesn’t mean that when I see you I don’t have insane compulsions.
By the way you’re always adjusting, I imagine you have a nice big fat c***. I want you to fill my mouth with your d*** and c**. When you’re watching jiu jitsu matches on TV, I’m looking over your shoulder trying out those positions with you in my mind for fun. I want you to pin me down by my wrists and rail me like the stallion you are while everyone is asleep. I want to s*** on your lips and smash your balls with my wet c*** while my n****** rub against your chest. I want to show you how I can’t stop coming when I have c*** up my a**. How you smell naturally is intoxicating, not only do I get wet when I’m near you, I feel an internal throbbing on the inside like an o***** even though I maintain my composure and a poker face. I know you know unconsciously because when it happens, you pull on your crotch.
What a hot paradox you are, a primal, rough wild man but with so much refinement in manner and tenderness.
I know you want me, when your wife is not around, you find excuses to touch me, my hands my back, my hip, smelling my hair, looking at my b***, stealing a kiss “accidentally on purpose” half on my mouth. You’re playing with fire…
