I love this game we're playing,
to read the words you're saying.

Hear the ping, see the sticker.
Now you sent me a picture.

A pic that makes me squirm,
I press my butt down firm.

Feeling wet and tender,
typing back with fingers slender.

One trembling hand
begins to descend.

I don't understand that pull,
but I know I want to feel so full.

I know you'd barely fit.

“Show me your juicy desire!”
I comply and admire

Your persistence and patience,
for me to leave this shell of shyness.

My phone in a tight and awkward grip
to capture my tightly dripping slit.

Doing this, I feel like a bad girl.
My passion’s unfurled.

I wait for you to see.
Opening up the essence of me.

Your reaction is gold,
the next picture, a tight hold.

In anticipation, I bask.
“You're wet for me?” You ask.

A gasp, as I flick my nub.
Imagining us.

Closer every time we play.
Doesn't matter what we show or say.

Let’s never stop, play more often.
Our desires never soften.

This game we often play,
I want to cum no other way.