Missing Anna

My lover Anna left for France and I miss her badly. This is an embarrassing e-mail I sent her:

You forgot your pink panties...and I woke up with an almost painful erection. I saw the panties and couldn't resist. I tore my underwear off and anticipated the touch to my throbbing cock. Already I could feel all the cream building up as I felt the firm cheeks of your unbearably cute ass. I had to stop suddenly or I would have sprayed all over the delicate fabric knowing you would be telling me how bad I was.

I turned on the computer and printed the picture you sent me of your tiny feet curled up in front of your endless legs, leading my eyes to the tops of your muscular thighs. Then I saw the little socks you left behind. I was embarrassed but couldn't help myself and stretched the tight, white cotton over my hard cock. My face reddened as I grabbed your picture and placed it on the bed.

The pillows were in place and I mounted you, trying not to scream out at the smallest sensation. The socks stretched more and the thought of touching your cute, little feet didn't help. I screamed out once like you do when I delicately push open the rich wet lips of your tight pussy. I stared at the picture in front of me and went into a frenzy, pumping furiously into the pillow until I cried out and pulled the tight little socks off and began spraying all over the picture of your erotic toes. I heard your voice telling me to spray harder as you wiggled and smiled and moaned seductively.

The mess was everywhere; your feet were soaked with the thick crème.

Anna's next e-mail said: 'I like it, but don't jerk-off too much...and don't think of the time when you sprayed uncontrollably all over my ass. Be a good boy. I'm taking a shower now. Would you like to come?