Jeffy's creaminess

God, I want to see Jeff's cock. God, I just love him and want to see it. Please stop thinking this is a joke. I want to just look at it, touch the really sensitive parts, touch it all over. I want to hold it, cup my hand around it and go up and down massaging it gently. I want to have it around my fingers, or it resting in my palm getting ready for round two. God, I really need Jeff's cock. I want to scratch and sniff at it and lick it like it was cotton candy. I wish I could bake a cake around it and cover the tip with butter cream frosting. Yeah. God, please don't think of this as merely expressing myself, I really want to do these things to him somehow. Can you get him down here so we can play? God, I really want to explore Jeff's chunky meat like it was Mt. Everest. I want to climb high, looking over the edge of my man's private kingdom. God, I just need his cock, man! This is not a joke! I'm so serious. I just want to stare at it while he's standing at attention in front of me. I want to rub his meatyness between my hands on a bitterly cold day to get it warm and ready for play time. I want to cover it with warm hot fudge and whip cream for the top and just lick away...God, this is how I'd play when I'd be with my baby. I want him to say to me "Samantha, look!" and I'd be staring at his gigantic cock, hard and on fire like a hot dragon. That's what I'd call it baby, hot dragon. I'm not a woman until I put on my jewelery. This past couple of days I felt NAKED. You know, 95% of the Jeffy Experience is hard on me because he's seperated from me in another world and I've got to deal with: trying to end it so I could be with him, and love pains 'cause I want to be with him but I can't. But every now and then-well it is-the other 5% is just pure bliss.