Mommy that knows you are touch starved so uses it to her advantage any chances she gets. A hand guiding you somewhere, her thumb wiping away a bit of sauce, gently grabbing your wrist as you walk
she knows thats all she needs to do to turn you into her little doll
you would let her do anything to you, anything at all as long as you could keep feeling her hands on you
accidentally whimpering âmy mommy, my mommyâ while sheâs fucking me.
âoh..your mommy, baby? is somebody feeling possessive? want mommy all to yourself?â her voice slow, sickeningly sweet and condescending in the best way.
and suddenly my eyes are dark and iâm nodding âmhmm, mine. all mine mommy,â and sheâs pumping hard and fast, in and out of my dripping cunt.
I know you like femmes, what do you think of mascs and butches? I love your blog itâs so cute!
Hii, thank you so much <3 youâre so sweet!
Honestly, Iâve never really talked to a butch or a masc before, so Iâm not sure! My type has always been femmes, not sure if thatâll change but Iâm always open to making friends and chatting with anyone!
She notices you avoiding her gaze and immediately steps closer. Her fingers catch your chin, gently turning your face back toward hers.
âYou keep looking away.â
âIâm not.â
âYou are.â
Before you can argue, she backs you against the wall, her eyes fixed on yours. You try to glance away one more time, but she simply tilts your chin back toward her.
Please never apologize for being affectionate. If your first instinct is to reach for my hand, send me another text, or tell me you miss me, I hope you never teach yourself not to. The right person won't think you're "too much."
I tighten my grip on your thighs while your hips roll up in that needy, defiant rhythm. "You want my mouth on your cunt so bad, don't you?" I ask, voice low and amused as my fingers trace lazy circles on your inner thigh. You nod fast, eyes wide and glassy. "Please," you gasp, voice already thin. "Taste me. I need it."
I laugh softly against your skin, lips hovering right above your slick folds without touching. "That's not begging. That's whining." My tongue darts out for one quick, shallow lick along your outer lip, then I pull back again. You jerk hard, trying to chase the contact, but I hold you down tighter.
"Fuck, please," you gasp again, thighs shaking. "I can't take it. Your tongue feels so good. I need you on my pussy. I'll do anything." The sound of your voice cracking like that sends a hot pulse straight between my legs. I drag my tongue up the crease of your thigh instead, slow and wet, stopping just short of your clit. "Keep going," I murmur, savoring every desperate word. "Tell me exactly what you want my mouth to do."
Your breath hitches, bratty spark flickering even as you break. "Lick inside me. Suck on my clit. Make me cum on your tongue. Please, I'm dripping for you." I reward you with a single, firm stroke right over your entrance, tasting you properly for one long second before retreating again. Your frustrated moan is perfect. I grin against your skin, already wet myself from how easily youâre unraveling. "Good girl. Now say it louder." Except I donât give you a chance as my mouth wraps around your clit and whatever you were going to say melts from your mind.
I hum against your clit, enjoying the taste of you as your hips buck against my tongue. I wrap my arms around your thighs and pull your legs up onto my shoulders so I can push my tongue inside you and fuck you hard with it. I keep going until I can feel every muscle in your body tense up as that wave of pleasure finally crashes over you. I slowly lick you as I let you ride out your orgasm but I donât let up when you try to relax.
âBaby what are yââ your words turn into a moan as I lick the full length of your soaked pussy. âFâfuuck baby, IâmâŚIâm so senâsensitive.â I have my lips wrapped around your clit now as I suck on the swollen and sensitive nub. You try to squirm under me so I tighten my hold on your thighs as I draw another orgasm out of you, your moans turning into screams.
Your breathing turns ragged when you realize that Iâm still not slowing down. âWait babyâIâm soâI canât takeâHOLY FUCK!â You reach down and grab a fistful of my hair and try to pull but I donât budge. You pull harder as I draw one last orgasm out of you. I finally stop and look up at you, your face flushed, eyes practically rolled to the back of your head. I slowly crawl back up your body as we both try to catch our breath. I smirk at you, slowly licking the taste of you off my lips