I’m trying not to bother you at work again but I just wanted to say thank you for a really great time. I would have written sooner but I’ve been brain dead all day… so tired and so, so sore. I hurts when I walk. Holy fucking marathon date. I’ve been trying to remember exactly what happened, but it’s kind of a messy blur of who did what to who. I do know two things, though: you fucked the hell out of me, and I really love sucking your cock. Also, three: you grinding your cunt against my mouth is just about heaven. Oh, and four: I really like whispering in your ear while I’m fucking you. AND five: you look so totally sexy with my belt around your neck.
Filthy E-Mail #15.
9 JunOh. Fuck.
Yes, please, to more spanking. And yes, pretty please, to you tying me up and riding the fuck out of me.
I’ve been thinking about that, a lot. The way you looked: fierce, voracious, sometimes a bit surprised, sexy as hell. The way you felt on top of me: fucking yourself so smooth and fast on my cock, slapping my face, grinding into me so hard I could have sworn I was the one getting fucked. I felt just so deliciously used. Really the only thing that could possibly be any better would be to be tied up and gagged. And maybe my cock could have been bigger…
I’d love to know what you see when you slap me. Though probably you’ll need to do it some more to really describe it accurately… right?
Thanks for guaranteeing me another soaked day at work.








