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Her name is Dylane, I love her.
Nothing to say more I'm just proud of me for this one.
some more playlists for y’all!! These two have very similar energies 💗
shitty quality because I was running late but this top is the cutest:)
i cannot wait till i can drive😫
i counted 5 cats at first 😵💫
what do you expect from me ? 💖
everybody go watch my YouTube video hehe!! 💋
Nothing like the dazed, dreamy look in her eyes when she’s kneeling in front of me, my cum dripping off of her face, and I tell her “You did so good baby, I’m proud of you.”
When she starts begging me to leave fresh marks on her, because the old ones are fading, and she’s afraid that without them people won’t know she’s mine
Don’t worry, sweetheart, you don’t need all those confusing thoughts in your pretty little head. Just let them leak out into your panties, they’re more useful to Daddy as lube anyway.
That look in her eye when I tell her I’m getting close, as the conflict plays out in front of me on her face, her mind trying to convince her to tell me no, but her ankles locking behind my back and pulling me in even deeper. And then, when my hot, built-up load floods into her, the change to a dreamy look of relief, her jaw going slack, her eyes getting glassy, and the murmur of a slurred, cock-drunk “thank you…”
Fuck “Good girls don’t need to read” doms, I’m a “Good girls need to read what I told them to, so I can make them try to tell me their ideas about it while I rail them from behind” dom
Lazy, sleepy morning sex with my babygirl, when she’s barely woken up yet, and as she realizes what’s happening, she smiles and starts to moan in my ear, getting closer and closer, before I pull off of her, kiss her on the forehead, and go to work, leaving her a desperate mess the whole day, that will sit there rubbing her needy little clit, unable to finish until I get home and let her
Making her rub against, kiss, and lick my cock through my pants, getting more and more desperate, whining louder and louder, until by the time I pull it out, she’s completely brainless and out of control.
Edging her until she’s drooling both because it’s pretty to watch and because now her face is all lubed up for me to fuck
I look down at her from where I stand at the foot of the bed. Her firm, round ass is sticking up in the air, her face pressed down against the pillows. One of her hands is pressed tightly against her mouth, muffling the soft whines as they escape her lips, and the other between her legs, slowly, almost lazily making circles, soaked in her own juices. I crawl onto the bed and lurch over her, wrapping a hand around her throat, leaning in close, and asking, “How long have you been like this doll?” “Nnnnggghhhh…” she replies through her hand, drool dripping from her lips and dripping down her chin. “You don’t even know, do you?” “Nnnhhnnnhhh…” she whines as she shakes her head ‘No’, fingering herself a little faster now, excited by my voice and my grasp on her neck. I stand back up, grabbing her ass and squeezing it hard for a moment before letting go and saying, “You’re almost ready. I’ll be back soon.” I see desperation in her eyes as she cranes her neck around to watch me leave the room and shut the door tight.
If your body doesn’t exist solely to pleasure mine, then why does your mouth water when you see my cock? Why do your nipples harden when I grope your tits? Why does your cunt soak your pretty little panties when I grab your thighs?
I spend 90% of my time craving the feral, primal, disgusting sex, but the remaining 10% is spent thinking about the aftercare, the nails on my chest, the playing with her hair, the whispering to eachother and laughing quietly under the sheets
It’s ridiculous how literally anyone who tells me what to do rewires my brain to mush and makes me instantly desperate to please them.
My nail tech: 5 mins. No move hands. 😵💫
My attorney: stop talking. 😵💫
My mechanic: how many times have I told you to stop waiting this long between oil changes. 😵💫