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Masturbation phone sex blows more than minds

The mere thought of seeing you masturbate on Skype makes my pussy pucker.  I bet you didn’t know that.  While you sit and wait for me to send you some form of communication that indicates my level of need, I am plotting something that will last–kind of like a stubborn stain that won’t go away only it’s a stain you want to keep.

While you slowly stroke your cock and wait for me I am sure you’re pondering our favorite scenario–always with us hooking up irl.  Now, we know that cannot happen but the power of the mind is such that each time we engage in our masturbation phone sex fantasy together it sure as fuck feels real.  As you stroke your cock and tease your asshole with your finger I am slipping my long fingers up and down my slit and thinking about the same thing.  I just love it that your lust and desire for me has morphed into an obsession with playing with myself.

And then I think about that filthy things we could do–and that you’d be willing to slip your dick into me unprotected after I have fucked you slowly with a big dick.  You’d be willing to shoot cum up inside me and then listen to me tell you about how my husband eats your load–unknowingly becoming stained with our transgressions as well.

So I know you THINK that my emails are everything but you need to read between the lines. Or read between my lips so to speak.  Read them with your tongue, and all your senses and when you cum up for air you’ll know that you blow my mind as much as I blow yours–kiss.