‘I’m starting to think about Connor when I touch myself. I want him on top of me, kissing me, marking me, grabbing me, anything that would make me moan for him. I want him to finger me until I’m shamelessly begging for his cock to fuck me. I try to hold my voice back as much as I can, but when I reach my climax, I can’t help but let out a few whimpers and a few moans of his precious name.’