You Hit Me Because You Care – Slapping, Stripping, and Cum

I start slow—stripping for you like I’ve done so many times. Soft, teasing, obedient. But you’re not really here, are you? So I become what I think you’d want. I slap myself—hard. Again and again. Red cheek, wet eyes, cock throbbing. My fingers curl around my own hair and yank. I whisper things you once said. I imagine your eyes on me. I tell myself this is how you show love. It’s hurt I give myself because you’re not here to give it. And when I finally cum—shaking, aching, raw.