“i need to check something” as you reach into my panties to feel how wet i am
Just when I need to make sure she's on her toes

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“i need to check something” as you reach into my panties to feel how wet i am
Just when I need to make sure she's on her toes
The fruit was never an apple.
Absolutely touch starved after 76 days without you. Sure, I could go out with someone else or even just fool around, it's not like we're in a relationship... but it wouldn't feel the same with someone else, especially when I'm wholeheartedly committed to you.
The tastiest dessert
Did daddy say it was ok to cry?
Let me kiss you better baby
What did daddy tell you, baby?
I'm laying here with my cock absolutely throbbing, thinking about how wet your cunt gets when I wrap my hand around your throat.
You like that little sense of danger, it makes your pussy drool with just the slightest pressure of my thumb.
I bet you want me to touch you, don't you? Want me to slide my free hand between your legs and explore the mess of slick cum dripping down your thighs.
Maybe I'll gather it up and rub it into your slick cunt, listening to your gasps as your wetness only becomes more evident.
What's wrong baby? Do you need more? Are you needy for daddy's touch?
I'll look right into your eyes while I curl my fingers into your sopping pussy, when your jaw drops to let out a gasp of surprise my my mouth will be there.
I am insatiable, ravenous, starving for you.
I'll dance around your tongue as I probe your cunt with my fingers, letting you moan into my mouth with each thrust.
God, I want to keep kissing you, but you make such pretty noises when my lips are elsewhere.
I want to suck your pink nipples while your hands ball into fists, tugging at my hair as the stimulation becomes too much.
I want you to gasp, moan, cry out, arch your back, shout, shudder, I want you to unravel and cum around my fingers. Then I want to lap at your sopping cunt, cleaning you up before giving you even more.
YOU, just want to be devoured
my partner said something that kinda rocked my world
So proud of you, Princess…
No panties…that’s my good babygirl
In the mood to absolutely devour a pretty girl, feel her legs lock behind my shoulders while my tongue swirls a hypnotic pattern over her puffy clit.
How do I decide what is safe? I trust you implicitly, but that trust isn't reciprocal. I love you faithfully, yet that love isn't reciprocal. You voice worries over our relationship being transactional, yet we have no label. So, below is some of the truth.
I've never had intimate contact with someone I've loved before you, I genuinely don't understand how to proceed at times. I'm much more self conscious when it comes to pleasing you than I've ever been with anyone else.
I've never craved intimacy or connection like this before. This is all new to me, and I'm constantly worried I'll be too much, scare you away, or just be a stepping stone for you to move on.
I don't know how to tell you my fears, because you've been up front about what this is - and yet, each time we're together it feels different than you say it is.
I signed up to have my heart broken by you, knowing you couldn't commit to me yet, and the more we come to know each other the more worried I get.
As I spend more time loving you, the stress fractures of my heart deepen, growing brittle with each passing day. I need to find a way to temper this glass heart of mine, it's yours and at times I feel you do not want the responsibility.
These are all just musings i've had, in no particular order. I'm worried you'll read this and hate me, or try to break things off before I get hurt. You're kinder than you think, and unfortunately that would just hurt both of us even more.