Yara Got Carried Away (and Then Couldnt Stop)

yara got carried away (and then couldn’t stop)

my tits are made for groping

Eat local. Put your girl on the counter

dry humping w simon.

it's heated. frantic, almost. he's so pent up after being away from you for however long. five days, five weeks, five months; no matter. he reacts the same way every time. like he needs to devour you, swallow you whole so you're always with him.

he's got you folded in half against the couch, his massive frame pinning you to the cushions. you think you can feel one of the springs pressing against your back, but who could care about that when his hand is around your throat, tongue licking into your mouth like you're the most decadent dessert he'd been craving for? a delicacy he'd indulge incessantly if given the chance?

you're panting when he pulls back, sticking your tongue out like a slut to gather more of the saliva that connects your lips. reveling in the way his hand tightens around your throat as he rumbles his approval. it makes everything go that much more fuzzy, and you think you let out a whining keen at the way he stares down at you. reverent. hungry. you definitely hiccup a moan as he drags his clothed cock against your damp panties, the bulge catching perfectly against your clit with every sloppy roll of his hips.

it's maddening. it's perfect. you could cum just like this. you need more. he sucks on your tongue and you hear wedding bells. the band in your tummy is stretched taut as he continues to rut against you, and it genuinely feels like he's fucking you with the sounds of skin against skin filling the air.

it isn't long before he's got both hands around your neck, using his grip as an anchor to pull you against his every thrust. you can barely gasp out a warning as you spiral into bliss, choking out his name amidst his own guttural moans. the fucker's made you see stars without even touching you, and he isn't done yet.

consent is sacred, holy, heavenly. full permission to please and use them as you or they or both need. consent is sexy, fun, exciting. a powerful yes or even a subtle please to start the festivities. consent is pleasure, consent is everything.

men have those slutty veins in their hands and expect you not to lose a lil focus