i really try to stay away from there as it is a bit obvious since
you don’t wear any panties, but i’ll admit that you can’t notice it, but the mirror on your dresser gives me
all the vantage point that i need. as i finished
my last stroke, the intensity of it all came to light and i could still feel your ass squeezing my balls
dry. Anal sex all my years of obsessing and imagining and
hoping and praying…im just rambling, but seeing the water run off your body, the lather of shampoo
wash down your chest and onto your tuft of pubic hair, cleaning your pussy by ramming your fingers
between your folds, shaving your legs from ankles to just before your pubic hair reaches your thighs… i slowly try to stir you to make sure that you are unconscious and the meds are doing there job. in all my fantasies in anyway possible, i needed to fuck you. as i turned and looked you in the eyes,
my regret and self-loathing filled my bright red face.
