Who's That Girl

30s F // bi // no minors allowed // shy (if I don't always reply to comments or messages don't take it personal) // submissive // never been touched // always 💦

[2boobsjohnson]

PSA: Girls are welcome to be horny in my dm's too...

[angelbbylez]

[bbysaige]

Acta non verba

[thishighlifee]

who’s gonna come slap this pussy as hard as they can

[xthisisthethingxx]

I love hearing men cum

[cutepersonenjoyer2]

No hands again

[pr3tty-daisy]

[pmamtraveller]

Ester Tartar

[2boobsjohnson]

The first person who guesses the reference of my username (without googling) will get a pussy pic😘

[problematic-adorer]

Oh, my period-ridden uterus is going mental over these two fucking sex gods together 🤤🍆💦

[joy-free3]

[deactlvated-6426]

[dumbboyblog]

let me talk you through it…

*audio*

[gr0sslittlething-deactivated202]

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[nahtahclu]

The social anxiety -> exhibitionism pipeline is vastly underrated.

[sacramental-pain]

Imagine a priest finally giving in to his sexual desires, but instead of being slow and gentle, he's desperate and almost aggressive.

Hard kissing while he clumsily attempts to remove his trousers and underwear, revealing how hard he his from finally deciding to let you play with him.

“Touch me anywhere, I don’t care” he breathes into your kiss. It almost makes you laugh how hard and achy he is from just kissing and groping. Like a teenager having sex for the first time.

“Forgive me” he whispers to himself before you kneel down in front of him, guiding his hard cock into your mouth. You grab his hands, in one of them a rosary, and lead them to your head. He quickly gets the hang of how to fuck your mouth, and he doesn’t hold back, harshly pushing and pulling his cock in and out of you.

“Oh God, something’s happening” he moans.

His hands grab onto your hair, making it easier to move your head. “Where do I- fuck- where do I do it?”, before he decides where to cum you feel his load filling your mouth. He holds his breath for a moment, his body twitching, pushing his cock further into your mouth.

“I’m so, so sorry-”

[officergrimesloml]

“don’t look down, don’t look down- fuck” he chants in his head like a mantra, huffing under his breath out of annoyance that his eyes betrayed him so easily. it’s your fault. he hates this sundress you wear so often; the yellow gingham one with faint blue flowers dotted across the fabric, the sundress with a slit up your left thigh, the sundress with a neckline low enough he can see your perfect breasts. it’s the only dress you own that shows off the freckle right there in the dip between both mounds. fuck. the same ones he wishes to run his tongue along, the same ones he wishes to mark, the same ones he wants to shove his cock against. the thought of you spitting on the tip of his cock sends a rush of blood in his pants. but in this moment he hates himself even more. he knows damn well what this means for himself later; he’ll find himself covering his mouth to contain the pathetic moans. he’s going to jerk off to this image for a while, continuously edging himself so his load ends up all over himself and the sheets. he’ll secretly wish its all over you instead. right now, however, he’ll continue talking to you like everything is completely normal and he’s totally not hard.

but he hates you. and this goddamn dress.