Your words of compassion haunt my days, but that video of you in the red lingerie haunts my nights. I replay that clip after lights out while inhaling your pussy-scented letters to remind myself that beyond these bars, I have my perfect soulmate. The letters you send me are so precious, yet I find myself wanting to fuck each one of them and smother the sheets of paper in my cum. Help me preserve your words by including extra sheets of paper in the envelope. Please smear them with your heavenly scent.
