Sorry... I masturbated thinking of you (one hand is worth it

Forgive... I dreamed of you.

I dreamed of you with my hands, and in them I poured the sea of my inner burning and desired.

Forgive... I made love to you with my hands... while making love to myself... in masturbation made delirium I gave myself to you, in the distance...

Have you felt it perhaps??? Could my deepest desires, tear your orgasm?

Perhaps I could enter your pink vagina, and make distant love, howls tearing you, until you wet from pleasure.

Forgive... but it's my thinking a mad dance and my desires are a horseman on the wind wanting to enter your body, suckle from your breasts the elixir of love that would burst forth from your interior in savory flow eager for me.