Hi. So, I've been trying to put this off, mostly because I haven't really wanted to get into it, but you've been driving me crazy.
I thought of your hands on me, and maybe now they just keep squirming, crossing my legs.
I can't, I can't stop picturing you across from me, and me just spreading my legs and touching myself, arching my back,
showing you how wet I am for you, warm for you.
Oh, God, I keep wanting to hear you. God, I want to hear you call me your good girl, yeah?
Look, look, it feels so good. Please, touch. Oh, God.
Please.
Just a little bit more.
I just want to feel you above me, your voice in my ear, telling me everything you want to do to me.
I want to call you by your name, Llorara, with all the delights you can make me.
Please.
Please.
Daddy.
Please, touch me.
Feel your hands.
I feel so wet, just touching myself, rubbing my swollen little clit for you.
Daddy, please, I'm a good girl, I promise.
Yes.
God, I'm gonna want your hands.
Oh, God, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
So, so wet.
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.
Daddy, please, please tell me I can come, Daddy, please.
Daddy, yes, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please, please, please, please, please, please.
Oh, God, oh, God.
I hate it.
Daddy.
Oh, God.
