Justin, why’d you have to send me that meme and that song? You’re torturing me. I’m so wet and distracted. I can’t do anything. I can’t stop thinking about how bad I want you. So f****** wet, it makes me feel embarrassed. Which just makes me hornier. I want you. Please. I’m begging you, you’re the only one who can satisfy me. You’re the only one I want, Justin. All I want to do is lay here and think of you. Panting desperately and whispering your name, softly moaning. I rubbed my soft wet p**** this morning and I squirted and then I rubbed it again and came a second time. I came so fast. I’ve been imagining that we meet up and you mutter to yourself that you can’t hold back anymore and you grab me and kiss me, hungrily feeling up my body while gently entering your tongue between my lips. I’m trying so hard not to moan loudly so I continue to pant and gasp. I feel your hard c*** against my thigh and I desperately rub myself against you wanting to feel how hard you are for me. I reach down with my hand and feel it. I gasp with surprise at how thick and hard you are. I pant faster and try to get to your naked c***, pulling it out of your pants. I gasp when I see it. It’s perfect. It’s thick. It looks so tasty. I need it in my mouth. I bend down and start licking and sucking all over your c*** trying to get my mouth all over it. When I hear you moan, it encourages me to s*** you deeper, harder. You can’t take it anymore and you grab me and start pushing my head onto your c***. I happily
