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During the Pandemic

Watching you on my screen.
Talking dirty to me.
While talking dirty to you.
Wanted to touch you,
Here and there and there . . .
With just one finger,
To start.
Watch you suck you finger,
Rub your clit.
Wish it was me.
Wish it was my finger.
Wish it was my tongue.
Wish it was my cock.
Rubbing.
Teasing.
Before I know it,
I'm . . .
Panting,
Stroking myself,
Wishing it was you using your hand.
Wishing it was you using your mouth.
Wishing it was you using your pussy.
I whisper . . .
�Good girl..."
Neither of us can stop.
Neither of us wants to stop.
It feels so good.
It feels so good together separately.
It feels so good watching you.
It feels so good watching you watch me.
You�re wet �ready.
I�m hard �ready.
Together we cum,
Watching each other.
Then,
Smiling,
Together,
Because I am yours.
And you are mine.
Together.
Although separated.