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Thinking about femmes and their treasure trails… dreamy 🥰 thinking about femmes with leg hair that pokes out of their shorts… gorgeous 😍 thinking about femmes with pubic hair I can run my hands through and play with and tease…effervescent 🥵

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"On your knees"

"Good girl"

"Look at me"

"Use your words"

"Say it louder"

"Don't make me ask again"

"Beg for it"

"Say please"

"That's my good girl"

"Just like that"

"Come here"

"You're mine"

"Show me your tongue"

"Don't move"

"I'm proud of you"

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Thinking of meeting a hot butch at a bar or a party, somewhere busy where they can get away with getting handsy with me around other people. Eyeing them across the place, too shy to make that first move until they finally give in and make their way to me. Pulling me in so close with such confidence, feeling their warm body against my back, their hands low on my hips as they sway with me and the music around us. I would turn my head back to finally look at them again, their pretty eyes staring back at me while their fingers twist into the hem of my skirt. They look so warm and inviting, a dark tank stretched across their chest and belly. It shows off the bulk of their arms and shoulders and makes me melt a little.

Their fingers are inching under my skirt as we talk, as they pull me flush to them, “You look a bit bored, pretty girl, mind if I hang with you for awhile?” Their hands are tight, almost possessive against my body. I can feel that they’re packing and it makes my body feel hot.

I let out a pleased sigh when their hand finds its way between my thighs, fingers dipping into the crease of my thigh, so close to where I would really want it, “Yes, please,” agreeing to more than that one question and earning their thick fingers over my pussy, pressing against my clit through my panties.

I could care less about the eyes that might dart towards us as I grind against their hand, getting that delicious pressure I desired so much, letting their free hand wander my body. There’s no need for debate, I would easily bend for someone who clearly knows what they’re doing. This is what I came here for.

I would happily be led away to another room, head spinning as I’m practically tossed onto a couch inside. I don’t have to wait for more than a second before they’re on me again, hot mouth to mine as I’m kissed silly. I get shy here, letting their tongue slide against mine, unable to stop the little noises that slip from my lips. Shuddering under them when their hand returns and slides under my ruined panties, fingers finding my clit once again. I’d let them take me apart at least once before I’m begging for more, begging under them for their cock, to take me home and fill me. ----------------------------------------------------- I have more of this I just needed to get it out of my system rn 😵🫠

Got high with my Moirail and started getting very kitty, So I got him to put my collar on me and start petting me. So we were just lying there in my pile watching videos on YouTube, him petting me on the head and back, calling me a kitty, and I was lying there in stoned pleasure kneading my paws. At one point he was literally straight up shoosh papping me, and I just got all soft and limp. Gods fuck, I care him a ton.

Fun idea: you make me wear a toy out to an event (party, group dinner, etc) with your friends and turn it up every so often and force me to act normal because it would be oh so terribly awful if anyone found out how much of a slut I am