One look at your lips and they’re all I can think about. Again I have to stop myself so I can coherently tell you about it. XXX My mind strays far too quickly to your lips closing around a biscuit, home-made; nibbles and nips and the biscuit disappears, followed by fingertips, into your soft lips. Well the next time you moan like that, like you’ve lost control and can’t regain it, I hope it’s the main event because I know I won’t be able to hold myself back anymore! I could watch you like this for hours by distance, in my imagination or down the cable, but heaven forbid you put me in this position in the flesh.
