A letter to my Love

Baby,

I’ve been thinking recently about us. I’ve been with you for almost five years now. I love you and always will, BUT I’ve seen some differences in us lately.
You very rarely compliment me and we very rarely make any love. It seems as late that it’s been a wam bam thank you mamme type of thing.

I want you to make love to me. When you take all night to explore everything. Making my pussy wet and ache and explode, before you get passed my nipples. I want you to be able to trace me blindfolded again, and linger in my juices afterward. I want the heat of the moment to be prolonged into the rest of the night.

I also want you to be able to melt into me. Let me love you like I used to. I want to lick you and take you into my mouth untill my jaw locks, and have to use my other juices to bring you to the point of exhustion. I love you and I just want you to let me love and for you to love me again.

Please,
Love me.