Needy tongue drips saliva moaning your name

I've been craving you all day, so here I am in our bedroom, phone propped up, letting you record this just for us. My blue hair frames my face as I lean in close, eyes locked on the lens, needy and owned by the thought of you watching. I stick out my tongue slowly, feeling the saliva build and drip from the tip, warm and slick, pooling on my glossy pink lips. It feels so dirty, so desperate, moaning your name softly as the strands stretch and fall, my breath hitching with every drop. I swirl my tongue, tasting myself, begging you silently to come home and fill me more, this tease making me ache between my thighs while the shadows play across my skin.