Miss you my love. I am lying here thinking of you, even though we are thousands of miles away I feel you are near me when I put pen to paper.
I was lying on my bed, about an hour ago, naked, my cock was rock hard, as I thinking of you. I miss your dark skin, my love, seeing the beads of sweat on your skin, turning it into a shiny mirror. I can wait to see my hard white cock entering your perfect wet ebony pussy, seeing it disappear inside you and looking at your face, as each thrust stretches you. You know I love to tease you, remember how I thrust into, at a steady rhythm, but I keep from thrusting my long cock all the way inside you. So, when I see you relaxed and enjoying my thrusts, I take you by surprise, thrusting my cock deep inside you, feeling my knob hit inside you, and you groan. Then you looking at me, surprised, your eyes wide with annoyance and excitement, smiling that wicked smile, "Fucker." you grin, " Yea." I reply with a bigger grin, like a boy caught doing something he shouldn't.
Remember my love, when you teased me, getting your own back, he he. It was when we came back from a night out. I was wearing my black kilt, black ghillie shirt and black brogues. You were so sexy, in your red backless mini dress. I remember your breasts moving and swaying as you moved, your nipples so erect, god you were so sexy. Your think hair flowing over your shoulders.
Remember when we got home, you pushed me up against the wall, slowly lowering yourself to your knees. You pushed my legs apart as I saw your head go under my kilt. I feel your perfect lips grab the head of my cock and you started to suck me. I felt your slim fingers wrap around my thick shaft as you start to move my white foreskin back and forward.
I looked down and see your back, and the tight skirt moulding itself against your firm booty. As you move your head back and forward, the front of my kilt goes in ant out following your motion.