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Pleasuring Myself On The Cold Floor
Ravage me in my day dreams
The chill in the air causes goosebumps to rise on my skin. They dot my frigid flesh in a trek to cover every inch of me. My hands wander down the slopes of my body. Curves greet my imploring fingertips. I feel the valleys and dips of my hip bones. The softness warms the palms of my hands. I dive down in-between my legs.
I’m this all encompassing dripping, soaking wetness. My juices cling to the tips of my fingers like a sticky buns sweetness. I taste myself. There’s the sweet mixed with a touch of muskiness to my flavor. The smell of my own pussy accentuates that musky, feminine scent.
I look at myself in the mirror. My hair keeps growing past my shoulders. It’s perfect for him to pull if he wants to. To direct me deeper against his dick when servicing him. Or, to pull my neck to the side to ravage this delicate flesh. Hourglass curves slope and dive like a ski course. I turn my back to the mirror and tan lines peek through. My bikinis straps adorn my flesh like brilliant tattoos.
I try to keep my thoughts off him. We’re thousands of miles separated from each other. It’s like a possession I can’t quite exorcise myself from. He leeches into my thoughts as the Icelandic wilderness unfolds. A tour guide rambles on and he takes hold of me. I release a deep sigh. Like…
