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…