Masturbating to memories of the brunette

Every day, I find myself alone, my girlfriend away and my friend too busy to hang out. But in these moments of solitude, I can't help but think about the memories we shared together. The way her body felt against mine, the sound of her breath on my ear, and the taste of her skin. It's these memories that send me to the edge, making me want to reach for my cock and stroke it to the rhythm of our time together. And so, I do just that, my hand moving up and down, up and down, as I imagine her lips on mine, her tongue exploring every inch of my body. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can't help but moan as I bring myself to the brink of orgasm. But as soon as I reach the peak, I pull back, my body still trembling from the intensity of the moment. This is my daily ritual, a testament to the power of memory and the allure of the forbidden.