Are you thinking about how my blonde hair looks when you run your fingers through it? The taste of my full wet lips? The look I give you when I’m intoxicated by your presence? My breasts? How they feel in your hand, the heavy weight, the fullness, the roundness. How they bounce up and down when I’m riding you and you try to catch my nipples with your mouth. Or is it how wet you get me? When you reach down to touch me, feeling the soft bare folds of my skin and you slide your finger inside and feel my warm tight walls contracting around you. Or is it how my body feels when you cum inside of me, how I move my hips to drain every drop out of you?