IF YOU AINT SERVING CUNT, Then You Bess Be Eatin

IF YOU AINT SERVING CUNT, then you bess be eatin

My granny says film like: “Filum” btw

When I get a certain type of horny, i sound like a kettle boiling over — oh how cute & Irish of me is that — like, I’m in my bed. Stroking myself, my hand in my boxers, under my blankets. I’m staring at phone. At all the things on tumblr that make me endlessly horny.

And especially when I stop touching myself. When my hand leaves to type, my body. My mouth. My throat makes this long needy whine. Kettle boiling over. Needy whine. Pleasseeeeeeeee use your wet holes to fuck me to make me cum pleaseeeeeeee

POV, we’re on a breezy vacation & you just pinned me to the bed, now what do you do to me?

Boobily walking towards my breastie with titalicious intent

Uhmmm. Thinking. About being in a smoke circle with my favored mutuals. Thinking about all of us being nude, passing, rotating the blunt between us. Thinking about kissing eachother on the lips — BUT ONLY when neither one of u are holding the blunt. Don’t waste it. Don’t let it burn because you’re too horny — kissing eachother on the lips, some smoke escaping when we stop. And we both giggle and slap each others tits.