Hope that Man knows how lucky he is…

… my sweet sexy Spider Man, I sit here messaging you, touching myself beneath the blanket in case she comes out to pee, lick my fingers n wrap em round my knob, squeeze it n knead it. Just took a swig of my screwdriver concoction and licked my fingers real good, so it’s nice n slippery. Not as nice as the lube I’ll have the next time I gotta get up, but real sweet. Real good, like only a guy can touch himself. But Man, I just absolutely fuckin know that I can’t get anywhere close, to how good your sweet lips would feel around my cock, wrapping my knob, lovin my meat n driving me crazy. Like I said of the incredibly fortunate Man who has his meat between your lips, hope he knows how lucky he is feeling that. All of that. I can only touch myself, lost in the dream of how fucking sweet it would feel, my sexy tattooed naughty Spider Man, givin me head…

WOW, both of you must've been overwhelmed with pleasure.