being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it
pull my hair while you do
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being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it
pull my hair while you do
˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
[I think I've written this exact idea like 2 weeks ago, but the concept is hot so]
"Hey, let me fuck your face," I say, cutting off whatever you were saying.
"No... no, not your mouth, your face. I want to fuck your face. I want to take my dick out and grind it against that pretty little cumrag face of yours. You can keep talking, I don't care. Yeah, just get on your knees. Good girl."
You sink to your knees, your voice wavering as you tell me about your day or something you're interested in, like I'm listening. My cock is already hard. Obviously, I've been more focused on your tits or emptying my balls across your face than what you've been saying. But with a slight swallow and my heavy cock slapped across your face, you keep going.
Blah, blah, blah, as my hands grip your head and grind. My heavy, ragged breathing and rough, deep thrusts against your face make you shudder and stutter. "Just keep going, I'm listening, baby," I say when you pause. "Just keep — ugh, FUCK — keep going..."
You feel my balls slap against your face as you talk, the squelching slick sounds of skin squeezed against precum flowing out the tip of my dick. So gross. So icky. You feel it drown out the noises in your brain. At some point, I stop you.
"I need some lube... babe, spit on it." And dutifully, you do. Pursing your lips and spitting, your pitiful eyes locked onto my smug ones. "Mhm, that's not enough," I say, delicately pausing before slapping my cock back onto your face.
You hear me spit and feel a warm, wet wad of it land across your face. "Much better, don't you think?"
Imagine that. My cock firmly thrusting against your pretty face, the scent of my cock and balls overwhelming your brain, your eyes fluttering shut as the tip of my cock slides across. As you keep talking and talking and talking until I'm done and I need to cum.
[I think I've written this exact idea like 2 weeks ago, but the concept is hot so]
"Hey, let me fuck your face," I say, cutting off whatever you were saying.
"No... no, not your mouth, your face. I want to fuck your face. I want to take my dick out and grind it against that pretty little cumrag face of yours. You can keep talking, I don't care. Yeah, just get on your knees. Good girl."
You sink to your knees, your voice wavering as you tell me about your day or something you're interested in, like I'm listening. My cock is already hard. Obviously, I've been more focused on your tits or emptying my balls across your face than what you've been saying. But with a slight swallow and my heavy cock slapped across your face, you keep going.
Blah, blah, blah, as my hands grip your head and grind. My heavy, ragged breathing and rough, deep thrusts against your face make you shudder and stutter. "Just keep going, I'm listening, baby," I say when you pause. "Just keep — ugh, FUCK — keep going..."
You feel my balls slap against your face as you talk, the squelching slick sounds of skin squeezed against precum flowing out the tip of my dick. So gross. So icky. You feel it drown out the noises in your brain. At some point, I stop you.
"I need some lube... babe, spit on it." And dutifully, you do. Pursing your lips and spitting, your pitiful eyes locked onto my smug ones. "Mhm, that's not enough," I say, delicately pausing before slapping my cock back onto your face.
You hear me spit and feel a warm, wet wad of it land across your face. "Much better, don't you think?"
Imagine that. My cock firmly thrusting against your pretty face, the scent of my cock and balls overwhelming your brain, your eyes fluttering shut as the tip of my cock slides across. As you keep talking and talking and talking until I'm done and I need to cum.
peter going viral for his trained stag who can do a backflip (the stag is james)
oh, no, you misunderstand me. those were my monkeys. yeah the circus and i have since parted ways. yeah it was the elephant thing, i dont really want to address that right now though
and when i tell you wolfstar have silly sex i’m not joking. these two spend half the time laughing, playfully biting each other, cracking dumb jokes, pinching and swatting while they’re supposed to be serious. sirius gets so ticklish he ends up kicking remus in the butt with his heel or straight up in the stomach with his knee. bonus points for them randomly gossiping or remembering shit on the grocery list mid-thrust
We need more women characters who are Male Protagonists. You know. Slightly haggard. She's splashing cold water on her face and gripping the edge of the sink staring in the mirror for a minute. She's coping badly with her deadwife
Ok listen I get that people tagging posts with men is a rule of physics on this hellsite but it's kind of bizarre how badly some of you have failed the assignment on this one. A generic male protagonist archetype who is a man is nothing. That's just the normal cliche I'm talking about subverting. What?
Like if you are For Serious headcanoning your blorbo as a trans woman I am kissing you on the head. But I KNOW most of you are not doing that. Come on. For one dollar name a fictional woman. No being a loser does not make him a woman try again
i dont agree with outdoor cats but i gotta admit the fact me and my roommate can fondly talk about local cats like theyre our beloved neighbours is pretty cool. do i know any of the humans who live in my neighborhood? not particularly. do i know the little tuxedo cat with the pink collar who recognises the ice cream truck music and comes out to get pets from all the kids? of course they're a local celebrity to me.
funniest yet most enlightening conversation on this whole social media ban topic, by two girls sat across from me on the bus the other day:
"what do they mean by social media? does Roblox count? what about all the stuff I've built?"
"you'll be fine, doesn't your icloud say you're 34?"
"oh my god they're even banning Facebook. who the fuck is on Facebook"
“people shouldn’t have to accept the bare minimum-” I agree with that too but we’re at a point where we have to cling to the bare minimum or that will be taken away too
Smiling seeing cute kid/baby videos but then suddenly ain’t shit funny bc why are you posting your kids on the internet you dumb bitch take this shit down now don’t fucking do that
slytherin-hear-me-out-game canceled becuz barty is just listing every black living and dead and regulus looks like he's gonna kill him
If Euphemia Potter was alive during the Halloween of 1981, she would grab dumbledore by his beard and demand her grandson be returned to her. She would threaten the Minister of Magic to give Sirius Black a trial. She would know with her whole being that Sirius would never betray her son like that. She had already lost one son and would not stand to lose another.
Remus crying a little because Sirius is ontop of him, asleep, wearing his shirt, all tired and fucked out becasue of him, his face all smushed up in sleep the way Remus is so familiar with because he knows all of Sirius' little quirks now. If he told himself from just a few months ago that this is his life now after years of wanting it, he's pretty sure past Remus would cry too.
saying "but it might kill you!" and feeling forced to add "a little earlier than otherwise"
are non brits aware of count binface.
to give some entirely bizarre context, nigel farage (extreme cunt) has stepped down from his position as MP for clacton (due to a scandal where he received £5 million from a crypto billionaire that could have been laundered) only to run again so that he can prove people like him. and the only person running against him is count binface. who has been a staple of british politics for many years. and now the british press is forced to interview him seriously while he sits there with his binface.
sorry. correction. laurence fox is also there
There are now 10 named candidates in this riding, including Rob Pownall, who is an anti-fox hunting independent and also usually dresses up as a fox in protests.
Edit: forgot to mention that Luke Worley, also standing as an independent, is the only one of the candidates actually from Clacton.