I’m in the Next Room… Wanting You 🔞

I’m in the next room… wet, aching, gagging on the thought of you.
I fantasize about your cock — thick, hard, in my mouth, stretching me until I choke on it. I miss the way you used to take control, shove it deep, make me drool, make me yours.
Now I lie here, legs spread, soaked and desperate, begging in silence.
This sexless marriage is killing me.
I wish you still wanted me to worship you.
I’d crawl to you in nothing but my need, open wide and let you fuck my mouth like you used to — rough, relentless, until I was a dripping, ruined mess, crying from the pleasure of serving you.
I was made for this.
To please you.
But you don’t even look at me anymore…