Keep it up, not knowing why

The next day went by fast. After work, you come home to an empty house. She texted you, telling you that she was at the airport and couldn't wait to see you. You text her back, missing her and wishing her luck.

You walk around the house looking for a sign of her. You found yourself struggling for her touch and scent. You smell her perfumes, her body lotion, and other beauty products.

You sat down in the living room. Your mind was filled with her. She was in Spain, probably drinking sangria and eating tapas. Her body would be out in the sun, her pale skin tanning by the large yellow beast in the sky. William hitting on her, digging his corporate nails deep into your redheaded girlfriend.

Your feet found themselves teleported into your bedroom. You undo Amy underwear dresser. You look at her underwear drawer, feeling the smooth fabric of her panties. Your fingers rubbing the delicate lace, wishing she was here. To fuck her hard.

Your cock rock hard as you stroke yourself thinking of her. You pull out your phone and look at her photos. All of the nudes, a few tame cute pictures of her, and other dirty videos you both sent each other filled your sight. Then you see the asshole number from earlier.

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