God you are so boring. I'm reading my new book rather than speak to you. I sit fully nude on my soft velvet couch, but angled towards you so you see exactly what you're missing. My trimmed pussy in full view, my bare feet rubbing against each other or crossed over my knee, my pale skin glowing in the morning light. I tease you, rubbing my body lackadaisically, what agony it is to miss me.