I want you. I want you with your member perpendicular to your body and your lips around my lingerie and your fingers teasing my pussy.
Shouldn’t have seen you undress yesterday. Now I keep replaying the same scene over and over in my head. And I keep seeing you and your perpendicular member on my bedroom mirror.
God, I want you. Right. Now.
I think you’re beautiful, but I wouldn’t fuck you because when we were done, I wouldn’t want you to feel fucked. I would try to make love to you, and I would probably be clumsy and awkward, but when it was over, I would want you to feel loved.