At this speed, it would take me a hundred days to finish the first draft. Pathetic. Yes. Pathetic is what I am to say the least. Pathetic is what I do best. Even caffeine doesn’t help. It only burns my chest. Sleep comes to me like a sexy goddess, like you, and it tries to climb up my legs, paralyzing me out of ecstasy, sending my cock in a mad frenzy. I can’t help but think about your wonderful ass. It makes me feel good. It makes me whole. It brings out the best in me. I can’t help but think about your lips. Your lips licking my lips. Your tongue licking my tongue. I can’t help but think about your nipples. Your nipples on my chest, keeping my skin warm. Your nipples growing wild and bursting with my lips on them. I can’t help but think about you sitting on my cock, my hands on your ass, your mouth in my mouth. With all that ass and all those nipples and all those lips, you are not here as I go mad alone and put myself on fire sitting on my bed.
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