Quiet Masc And Loud Fem In Public, Talkative Masc And Whimpering Fem In Bed

quiet masc and loud fem in public, talkative masc and whimpering fem in bed 🤞

i need her carnally

i wonder who left those marks..

i need a mirror in front of my bed rn

wanna be facedown on the bed, feeling you fuck me from behind, tits bouncing, my pussy so wet it's all I can hear apart from breathless moans and grunts, looking into the mirror and watching you smirk down at me as you drill me into the mattress

mmmm fuckkkk

this post is about wlw sex, men and minors DNI

cannot stop thinking about how would i enjoy having a femme underneath me right now. looking deep into her eyes as i thrust my strap deep into her, watching her reactions closely to figure out what she can and can’t handle.

and then, out of nowhere, i’d open my drawer next to my bed and would take out a knife with a wooden handle, watching the fear in her eyes as i drag the tip of the blade down her belly, right to that little bulge my dick makes below her belly button. a tear would roll down her cheek, as she stares at my hand begging me with her eyes for me to not cut her, but we both know that she wants it; we both know that she’s craving the feeling of having my tongue licking her wounds. would almost feel her pussy clench around my dick as i hold my knife right to her jugular, telling her that if she even dared to cum before i allow her, i’d stab her without even thinking twice.

soothing her by saying that she would be just fine if she just followed my instructions. that it would only take a second for me to see the blood dripping from her neck. and god knows how much i’d enjoy licking it off of her. would drag my knife at her thigh, carve my initials on her skin so that she can remember who she belongs to; that i’m the only one who fucks her like that. like the little whore she knows she is. and would be happy to make her cum by fucking her tight pussy with my knifes’s wooden handle.

Sex is sex and sex is great but sex as love? Things that would be nasty and dirty but you do it when you’re in love and it completely transforms? Sucking my strap and I put a hand on your head, not to gag you or pull you deeper but to feel how you move, to feel how much you love having me in your mouth, to thank you, to understand you, to help you understand how glad I am that it’s you, that I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else. Sixty-nining so I can feel the weight of you on me, the warmth, so I can wrap my arms around your hips and eat you slow and hungry, so I can feel your mouth on me, your whines and moans, so we can be wrapped in each other’s pleasure so deeply we forget that we’re two halves and not one whole. Bottoming out missionary with your legs locked around me, with my face in your neck, your hair, fucking you hard and deep but whispering soft and dirty in your ear, telling you how good you are, how much I need you, feeling your fist tightening in my hair, feeling the sweat slicking our skin, never being more myself or more at home than when I’m buried inside you like this. Sex that’s sex but that’s more because there’s love in it too.