JOI I tell my sexual fantasies to the psychologist

I missed talking to you too, talking to you.

But with it, it's fire.

It's closing my eyes To feel like I've touched her whole neck

To feel that I touch his body

His arms

That makes me feel so alone. I mean, wanting to be with him every minute.

And touch it.

And touch it.

And touch it.

Yeah. I miss her soft skin

And touch his legs Those hairs that make me so mad

Yeah.

And you know what, I love pinching your nipples. And I know he loves it and he loves it.

Yeah.

Sometimes when I wake up myself I'm touching myself

And I try to ***** him to dream again, but only to see him and imagine him there.

How I touch her abdomen

His buttock

How she slowly kisses him

From his neck

I'm going to your mouth.

I'm going to her cheeks.

To his rich mouth

And I'm going down

Kiss after kiss

With tongue

My wet lips

Every part of his body.

And so

Going down

What kisses so rich I can give

And I know he loves it.

I know it fascinates you because I hear you moaning

How he's losing air

Breathing.

His pulses as he relents.

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