My ex missed my fingers, so I gave her a good fingerjob

She texted me at 2AM: 'I keep dreaming about your fingers inside me.' So I showed up at her place with a six-pack and no pants. She was still in her tank top, legs spread on the couch, moaning my name. I didn’t waste time—three fingers deep, slow at first, then fucking her raw till she came screaming into the pillow. She begged for more. I gave her four. She’s still texting me from the floor.