I’m in my room, on y bed, panties sliden over—small soft circles on my clit, like that.
And yeah, I’m really wet, I can’t stop thinking about you, but I’m not trying to be all neat and tidy about it. I need to come, but I want you to make me cum—come to me and make this happen.
Which, okay, I know it’s a lot. Still… I’m right here, doing what you said you want, gently rubbing and rubbing until you get what you came for—uh, until I do.
