It's one of those afternoons where the silence in the house feels louder than ever. My body aches for touch, for the kind of heat that only a young, eager cock can bring. I caught myself staring at the mirror earlier, tracing my fingers over my swollen nipples, imagining your hands replacing mine. The way you'd tease me, pinching and pulling until I'm begging for more. Mother needs to feel your weight on top of her, your cock buried deep in my dripping cunt. Maybe today, I'll finally send you that picture I’ve been too shy to share... the one where I’m spread wide open, just waiting for you. 💋