Think of me. Think of me when you touch yourself. Think of me thinking of you, thinking of touching me, while I touch myself too.
Mutual
She sighed and sank back into the pillows of her bed, smiling as he crawled towards her stopping to kneel between her feet. “Have you really never? Never?” his smile was cheeky and filled with disbelief. “Never. Not once.” she shrugged and watched his bemused face. “Wow. Well, do you want to?” “Maybe … You…