Hello, my sweet bonerablessed bonerabelle broad.
Its late at night and every part of me misses you so dearly, especially my dick. Hes all bloated and angry, getting bent out of shape, dribbling, cursing, and spitting. I pray to baby Jesus that this letter reaches you in high spirits. Maybe youre on the train, being ogled relentlessly by lusty perverts, on the way to see the married guy youre having an affair with�