Oh, I can't believe you want me to record this for you. It's so embarrassing. Hi, baby. I miss embarrassing.

Hi, baby.

I miss you.

I miss you very much.

I... Well, I just wanted to say that I want to be with you.

And you asked me to spice things up a little bit and next time I was feeling, quote, frisky to record what I was thinking and doing.

So I am stroking my dick.

And I'm thinking about your smirk.

The smirk you don't know you make.

You, uh, refuse to admit that you make it.

And I don't even know if you do, so I guess this might be giving you a little bit of a tell,

but when you're turned on, you, uh, you smirk for me.

You, uh, you smirk for me. You, uh, you do, yeah, actually.

And I bet you're doing it right now, even thinking that you don't,

thinking that you're smiling or thinking that you're giving away some neutral come-hither expression, but you smirk.

You smirk fully and openly.

And when I turn you on, you smirk harder.

You play with your hair you flick it and you toss it side to side and your lips changed color you get darker it's almost like watching berries fill in, you know how berries

start off green or very light and then slowly that color comes in just like

that. You can see the blood entering your lips. You're smirking, smirking little lips.

Your eye movements get faster.

You pay a lot more attention to what I say with your eyes.

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