Sleepy Guys Deserve To Wake Up With A Needy Little Mouth Wrapped Around Their Cock

Sleepy guys deserve to wake up with a needy little mouth wrapped around their cock

Your pussy looks so empty. Here sit on my cock and make it better.

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I really need to go out in the cold, with my chest only covered with a thin cotton tshirt and have my nipples harden. I need to got around like this for a while, under it gets me wet enough and needy to come home and be ready for someone to push me on the bed from the behind and make me sit on their lap. I need someone to lift my tshirt up and cup my breasts from behind to slowly warm them up. I need someone to pinch my nipples and play with them, squeeze them hard, twist them slowly, pull them away, rub them with their fingers and then pull away to my dissaproving whining, just for you to put your fingers in my mouth and make me cover them in saliva, so you can come back to playing with my buds again. I want to be teased this way, until my pussy gets sobbingly wet and I'm just begging for you to fuck me already. If you choose to either fuck me on the spot till I'm a limp mess, or if you want to torture me more, just to see if I can come solely from my nipples being touched (pathetic) it's your decision. Maybe you'll add some toys to make it even harder for me? Or just stick to the classics? Maybe you'll fuck me for a while, and then when I'm all pent up you'll just suddenly stop and play with them for as long as you please, only to start banging me into the matress out of nowhere?

curled up thinking about riding simon lazily, but he’s so big and thick, and the stretch is so delicious that it has you whimpering, tears beading in the corner of your eyes until they finally drop in soft sweeps.

simon just laughs, and reaches forward to wipe them away. he croons, “always a cry baby, huh?”

you glare up at him, a retort building on the tip of your tongue, but he ruts up, humping into you, and your quip peters away into a mewl. you curl into yourself at the ravenous pleasure seeping from the base of your spine, as new bouts of tears begin to pour from your stinging eyes, and the sight you make — drunken and weepy — turns simon’s smile into something sharper; into something just a bite mean.