It’s 7 am, and I have a terrible strain on my neck. I’ve been sleeping face up, rolling around, waking in the strangest positions. You were supposed to arrive yesterday, but I haven’t heard a single thing since our last message. I’m frustrated that you’re not here, after months, and wonder if you’ll ever be back. It’s 7 am, it’s cold, and I have a terrible strain on my neck. I sit up and notice Ãœmraniye Escort my hard nipples through the shirt that you find sexy but I hate. I pinch them through the fabric, stretching my legs and breathing deeply. I imagine you rubbing my toes and devouring me with your eyes, demanding my nakedness. But I’ve had it for now. I rip open the stupid blouse, throwing Ãœmraniye Escort Bayan it off, licking my fingers and pinching my nipples rapidly. My legs kick off the sheets and I stare at those red panties that turn you on so much. I dig my right hand into them, while the left one plays with my breasts. I squeal. It’s so cold outside, and yet I’m in Escort Ãœmraniye flames. I can feel my hard clit, almost dying to be exposed. I kneel and take them off, sitting back up again and rubbing it in circles. I know my neck is flushing red with blood, just like you like it. I can almost feel you kissing it, licking, while a finger enters my pussy, and I let out a big moan. It comes up to rub my clit and down again. But it’s not enough. I turn around and wildly start to hump my pillow, screaming your name. I feel a chill each time my clit touches the fabric. I scream your name, riding you in my dreams, my hair all over my face. Faster. Faster. Faster. Until my whole body stops, and I start shaking.