Think about me

That's it baby, pretend I'm not here. Doesn't it feel so good to touch yourself again? To let yourself sink into whatever depraved thoughts you have. I wonder just where your mind goes to, do you think about any of the strangers you've seen today? Do you think about a past experience? Or are you thinking about me? I wonder just what role you let yourself take in those fantasies, do you think about being in charge, or do you think about someone else taking control? Are you fucking someone, or are they teasing you? Do they whisper sweet words into your ear, or filthy things that make your stomach jolt? Is it gentle, or rough in that mind of yours? I'll probably figure it out why you get close, will quiet pleas escape those sweet lips, or will you just cum? You don't know yet, but I'm going to get you to tell me every single thought you had when you're done. I want you to watch me as you talk, see just what those little fantasies of yours do to me.