There's Something Magical About Loving Women. It's Like Finding Poetry In The Simplest Momentsgentle

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.

aquarium date? sorry, I mean museum date? sorry, I mean planetarium date? sorry, I mean botanical garden date? sorry, I mean grocery shopping together? sorry, I mean

i wanna finger my girl while i’m making out with her just so she struggles to keep kissing back

making out is so underrated. i wanna sit and kiss and grind up on each other and breathe heavy and let my hands wander

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