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Victoria

Giggling about your "stripper name" today (Vikki! Dot the I's with a heart!) really rekindled the lust I have for you, so sexual, so open, so into the enjoyment of pleasuring ourselves. I went back and reread our old emails and chats and looked at your pictures and just throbbed until I couldn't take it any more and down went my shorts and out came my penis and I leaned back and ... yeah ... ahhhhhh ... mmm, Victoria. Victori-ahhhhhhhhhh.

I loved leaving those dirty messages for you, Victoria. It was all ad-libbed, what you got was as close as it gets to my pure lust put into word form. And I love it that those messages made you cum, baby, wearing nothing but boots and a smile in your leather chair, playing with your pretty pouty perfectly primped pink pussy. Yes, baby, I was definitely masturbating as I left you those voicemails. I know the sound of my voice just fills your mind with the image of my rough hand pistoning, slowly, up and down my oiled-up shaft. And the pulsing head, bulging, flaring, until I can't stand it anymore and I pop, cum spurting out onto my chest and stomach and trickling down my fingers clamped around my dick.

You will always turn me on, Victoria, and I still jack off for you, still save your pictures for my cumshot, still moan your name when I cum, baby. You make me cum, Victoria, so hot and sexual and oh God, I'm gonna shoot it baby ... shoot it for you ... oh yeah, cummin' 4 u Victoria ... Victoria .... oh, Victoriaaaaaaah ....


Posted on: 2013-06-06 00:00:00 | Author: