Craving.
You have no idea how much I'd wanted to go down on you the other day, even in the presence of all those other people around.
I imagine how good it must be to lift up your skirt and just bury my face between your thighs, so close to your wet panties, and slowly taking it all in: your intimate scents, your wetness, your taste, the feel of you against me.
And yes, after I'd satisfied my craving for you, I wouldn't mind making you sandwiches for a whole week. *winks*
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