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I was as restless as a caged animal on Thursday.
I tried watching Netflix, I tried reading. My house was already perfectly clean, my lawn mowed. The only thing I could focus on was Poppy. On seeing her tonight.
And finally, I gave up and went to my room. I sat in the chair by my bed and unzipped my jeans. I had been in a state of semi-hardness all day, and just the thought of jacking off—something I’d mostly denied myself for the past three years—was enough to get me all the way there. I gave myself a couple of pulls until my c**k was pointing straight up, remembering how it felt to have Poppy’s wet cunt pressing against me. I leaned back, my jaw tight, finally giving up and reaching for my phone.
She picked up on the second ring. “Hello?” That voice. It was even huskier on the phon
