Do you think about me when you touch yourself?
When your hand reaches down into your pants am I in your mind?
Lying back on the bed, your cock hot and hard in your grasp, is it me that you imagine?
Is it the thought of the noises I make and the look in my eyes when you touch me that fill your brain?
Or maybe it is my lips, the way they curve into a smile when I see you, the feel of them beneath your lips as you kiss me, the sight of them wrapped around your cock as I suck you, the way they part with each feathered little breath I take when push your cock into me?
It’s my lips isn’t it?
When you touch yourself think about my lips…
Well, hell, after that *I* might think of your lips when I touch myself. Damn. 😉
Kissable lips, I yearn to see the pink tip your tounge, to taste you, to brush those lips with mine.
Well, I have to admit, I didn’t. But, Molly, now that I have seen this photo and heard your words I think I will. Looking forward to going to bed tonight.