It's late. I'm lying there, touching myself. Slowly, relishingly, under your imaginary gaze. I imagine these aren't my fingers, but someone else's. That they're whispering to me, "Don't stop" 🤤

That they're looking and not looking away. I'm already close. My fingers are shaking. It's hard to breathe. Write me something. One word. And I'll cum to it 💦