Long-awaited squirt

For days, if not more weeks, I’ve longed for his body. The sex hasn’t been the same as it once was, and the fear that the spark is going to go all the way away is there. I go to bed at night, he’s tired and tired, I’m. I long for him to touch me like he did some time ago. I long to feel his warm hand sliding down my thigh, stroking my vagina. I long for the feeling of getting wetter and wetter when he touches me. I sat at home one day. For the first…