B-butI WasI Was Doing Something She Whines, Her Knees Shaking As She Grips The Countertop, Using It To

“B-but…I was…I was doing something…” she whines, her knees shaking as she grips the countertop, using it to hold herself up. The grey pair of shorts she’d been wearing, along with her skimpy black panties with the little bow on the front, have been roughly pulled down and now sit in a pile around her ankles. She’s leaning over the counter, panting and biting her lower lip in a futile attempt to keep quiet, her own body betraying her, sticking her ass out and up on an angle to make it as easy as possibly for me to continue slowly pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her soft, pale thighs are already glistening in her own juices, and the way she keeps clenching them together whenever a new wave of pleasure hits her is only spreading the mess.

“What were you doing, doll?” I ask, in a low, calm voice, right next to her ear. “I…I was…” she tries to push out a few words but I speed up just a bit, interrupting her thought process and prompting her elbows to buckle as she struggles to stay vertical. Her mouth hangs open now, spit shining on her lips, as she lets a few small moans escape her and grinds her ass back against my fingers, causing it to bounce and ripple. “C’mon, sweetheart, you can figure it out.” I say condescendingly, teasing her further. “You’re a smart girl, you can put it together.” I push my fingers a bit deeper, prompting a new symphony of moans and whines.

“Think, doll. You’re in the kitchen, the sink is running, you’ve got soap on your hands, what could you have been doing?” I lean one hand on the counter to get a better look at her face, and see that her eyes have gone fuzzy. There’s a strand of drool trickling off of her lips and down her chin, and her breathing is uneven. In a slightly higher register than her natural voice, the one I’d trained her to use, she manages to nearly whisper, “I was…waiting for your cock Daddy. I’m…always waiting for your cock…I had to get all my holes all lubed up for you…and get my clothes out of the way so you could see how wet they are and use them…please use them Daddy…please…” At this point, she’s practically riding my hand, so I take my fingers out and push her further over the counter, unbuckling my belt. She smiles vacantly and moans into a sink full of dirty dishes as I slide into her and begin stretching her out…

Posted from a silly errand 🩷

What’s your favorite thing to do with each of your partners individually?

I think individually my favorite thing to do with my boyfriend is the nights when we run a silly errand and then come home and watch a movie together. With my girlfriend I really enjoy the rare day when its just the two of us in the house and one of us makes breakfast and my girlfriend makes me a coffee and we get to sit and have a little gossip session. its the mundane stuff that I love the most 🩷

Fake news! I said you deserve a medal! 🏅 🏅🏅

Jesus Christ 10 inches!?!? You are amazing, I hope you are so proud of yourself 🥹💓. I can't even imagine taking that. I hope your pillow is always cool

thank you so much!! i like to think of it as an olympic level feat and ive been saying i should get a trophy or something but he doesnt agree 🙄

I'm jealous of your relationship and now have a dumb tumblr crush on y'all. Like finding your girls blog and seeing both your post im like wow, can I just kiss you both 😂😭

TYSM! I’m glad you like our blogs! My DMs are always open if you have any questions 😄

When she’s going down on you and you can see that her brain has completely shut off, and that she’s no longer even thinking about it, just falling into a slow, comfortable rhythm of suck

suck

suck

suck…

Make sure you hold her tight and tell her what a good job she did (after you slap her so hard she cries while you’re fucking her)