WHOAAA 300 FOLLOWERS HOLY SHIT

WHOAAA 300 FOLLOWERS HOLY SHIT‼️

cockwarming on top of her strap while she makes me go into heavy detail over all my hyperfixations and I try not to whimper and beg

“so they split apart over difference of opinions in- mmm aaahhhh god- in how to reach ascendancy and one created an order of hunters that - god it’s so deep right now fuck - they consumed the blood of old ones which was thing that would slowly turn them into monsters and become the things they hunted until there was a major blight. please can I move now?!!”

as someone who receives pleasure mostly from pleasuring my partner i really need a woman to make me wait. make me exercise great restraint and patience. grind on me and hold my hands away from your body. kiss me with my hands tied up and tease me with your mouth. bring your breasts to my lips and let them hover, pulling away at the last minute, leaving me flustered. give me the space to crave you more and more. because the reward will be glorious and delicious. the negative part of this whole situation isn’t the waiting it’ll be my inability to stop.

There's something magical about loving women. It's like finding poetry in the simplest moments—gentle touches, soft laughter, and the comfort of knowing you're seen. Whether it's the warmth of a stolen glance or the joy of sharing late-night talks, every moment feels like a soft melody.

we’ve had our hands on each other all evening, feeling each others thighs under the table at the restaurant, grabbing my waist a little too long as we leave and running your fingers over my ass as you remove it , stroking under my skirt while we watch a movie at the theater, and now we’re in the car and I’m moving my hand higher up your thigh as you drive, teasing the bulge in your pants and you finally say you can’t wait til we get home any more. You turn off to a side road and before I know it we’re in the back seat with me on your lap my shirt and bra gone and my skirt hiked up as your strap fills me up and i’m holding onto your shoulders like an anchor. tears stream down my face as I tell you it’s so deep and I want you to go faster and faster and faster and I scream your name as I cum on your strap and then have me clean it up with my tongue. that’s just a taste of what’s to come when we get home

maturing is realising you’d look hot af!!! with nipple piercings but can’t get them because you essentially play a full-contact sport