Spent the afternoon organizing the linen closet and found that old bottle of sandalwood massage oil from our vacation. You know the one. My body instantly remembers the feeling of your hands all over me, working that warm oil into my skin until I was dripping with it. The way you started at my shoulders and worked your way down, taking your time to worship every curve... how you finally shoved that bottle aside and just used your mouth on my tits and my soaked pussy instead. I can still feel the ghost of your teeth on my nipples and your thick cock stretching me open from behind on that hotel balcony. My cunt is aching just thinking about it. God, I need a repeat performance. Come find me when you get home, cutie. Mommy’s going to be waiting in our room, already naked and playing with herself, dreaming of your tongue.