sending Caleb pictures of your panties as you wait for him to get home, and they’re absolutely soaked to the point he can practically see your pretty cunt thru the fabric. you’re wet from just the excitement of him coming home after being away from for you several weeks, he can’t help but press a little harder on the gas as each of your texts pop up on the car screen
‘drive faster, Caleb :((( I miss u so bad’
‘see?? m so excited to see you !!’
‘only 5 minutes left?? can I touch myself just a little bit before you get here?’
‘calebbb hurryy my brain s leaking outta my pussyyy’
“Jesus fucking Christ,” is all he can mutter out, trying to be responsible with his driving but also desperate to burst thru the front door and kiss you, your mouth, your cheeks, your forehead, all before ripping those sticky panties off and making out with his other pretty girl who’s crying because she misses him so much
