blossom is Normal

the hornier one

[rearrangedfern]

sext me sext me sext me sext me sext me sext me. tell me all of the things that have you wet and desperate, begging for me to be there with you and do them to you. tell me exactly how you're touching yourself, i can return the favor.

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

i want to touch you exactly how you want to be touched. i want to hear you say it out loud, what you need, where, how, how much pressure, how slow. i want to be the only one who gets to know exactly how you like it.

i’d take my time learning you. the spot on your neck that makes you go still. the way your breathing changes right before something is exactly right. the difference between the sound you make when it's good and the sound you make when it's perfect. i need to know all of it by heart. i want to get there faster every time. i’ll memorize your body better than you know it yourself and use that knowledge like it belongs to me. because it does. you gave it to me. every tell, every sound, every place that makes you gasp..that's mine. i collect it and i keep it and i use it every single time.

i want to get so good at you specifically that your body responds before your brain even catches up. that i know exactly where to put my hands before you have to ask. that you relax the second i touch you because you already know i'm going to take care of you. that you stop having to think about it at all and just get to feel. i want to condition you to that. want you to associate my hands with relief. with being completely taken care of. with knowing you don't have to do anything except lie there and receive it.

and i need it. i genuinely need it. need to hear your breath catch when i find the right spot. need to feel your hips shift toward my hand. need those sounds you make when something is exactly right. they do something to me i can't explain.. every sound you make is proof that i'm doing something right, that i'm giving you something you need, and i am so hungry for that proof. so desperate for it. i could spend hours just chasing those sounds.

i need to make you cum. need to feel it and hear it and know i did that. know my hands and my mouth and my attention did that to you. there is nothing…nothing… that feels better than that. than feeling you get there because of me. because i paid attention. because i needed to learn you. because i wanted you to feel good more than i wanted anything else.

i want to be so good at you that you forget anyone else ever tried. i want to ruin the comparison entirely. need you to think about my hands when you're trying to fall asleep. i want to be the standard you measure everything against without meaning to. not because i want to control you, but because i want to matter to you that specifically. i want to be that embedded in how good you feel. i want my name to be the thing your body associates with finally getting exactly what it needs.

only me. only my hands. only the way i touch you.

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

i want to touch you exactly how you want to be touched. i want to hear you say it out loud, what you need, where, how, how much pressure, how slow. i want to be the only one who gets to know exactly how you like it.

i’d take my time learning you. the spot on your neck that makes you go still. the way your breathing changes right before something is exactly right. the difference between the sound you make when it's good and the sound you make when it's perfect. i need to know all of it by heart. i want to get there faster every time. i’ll memorize your body better than you know it yourself and use that knowledge like it belongs to me. because it does. you gave it to me. every tell, every sound, every place that makes you gasp..that's mine. i collect it and i keep it and i use it every single time.

i want to get so good at you specifically that your body responds before your brain even catches up. that i know exactly where to put my hands before you have to ask. that you relax the second i touch you because you already know i'm going to take care of you. that you stop having to think about it at all and just get to feel. i want to condition you to that. want you to associate my hands with relief. with being completely taken care of. with knowing you don't have to do anything except lie there and receive it.

and i need it. i genuinely need it. need to hear your breath catch when i find the right spot. need to feel your hips shift toward my hand. need those sounds you make when something is exactly right. they do something to me i can't explain.. every sound you make is proof that i'm doing something right, that i'm giving you something you need, and i am so hungry for that proof. so desperate for it. i could spend hours just chasing those sounds.

i need to make you cum. need to feel it and hear it and know i did that. know my hands and my mouth and my attention did that to you. there is nothing…nothing… that feels better than that. than feeling you get there because of me. because i paid attention. because i needed to learn you. because i wanted you to feel good more than i wanted anything else.

i want to be so good at you that you forget anyone else ever tried. i want to ruin the comparison entirely. need you to think about my hands when you're trying to fall asleep. i want to be the standard you measure everything against without meaning to. not because i want to control you, but because i want to matter to you that specifically. i want to be that embedded in how good you feel. i want my name to be the thing your body associates with finally getting exactly what it needs.

only me. only my hands. only the way i touch you.

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

i want to touch you exactly how you want to be touched. i want to hear you say it out loud, what you need, where, how, how much pressure, how slow. i want to be the only one who gets to know exactly how you like it.

i’d take my time learning you. the spot on your neck that makes you go still. the way your breathing changes right before something is exactly right. the difference between the sound you make when it's good and the sound you make when it's perfect. i need to know all of it by heart. i want to get there faster every time. i’ll memorize your body better than you know it yourself and use that knowledge like it belongs to me. because it does. you gave it to me. every tell, every sound, every place that makes you gasp..that's mine. i collect it and i keep it and i use it every single time.

i want to get so good at you specifically that your body responds before your brain even catches up. that i know exactly where to put my hands before you have to ask. that you relax the second i touch you because you already know i'm going to take care of you. that you stop having to think about it at all and just get to feel. i want to condition you to that. want you to associate my hands with relief. with being completely taken care of. with knowing you don't have to do anything except lie there and receive it.

and i need it. i genuinely need it. need to hear your breath catch when i find the right spot. need to feel your hips shift toward my hand. need those sounds you make when something is exactly right. they do something to me i can't explain.. every sound you make is proof that i'm doing something right, that i'm giving you something you need, and i am so hungry for that proof. so desperate for it. i could spend hours just chasing those sounds.

i need to make you cum. need to feel it and hear it and know i did that. know my hands and my mouth and my attention did that to you. there is nothing…nothing… that feels better than that. than feeling you get there because of me. because i paid attention. because i needed to learn you. because i wanted you to feel good more than i wanted anything else.

i want to be so good at you that you forget anyone else ever tried. i want to ruin the comparison entirely. need you to think about my hands when you're trying to fall asleep. i want to be the standard you measure everything against without meaning to. not because i want to control you, but because i want to matter to you that specifically. i want to be that embedded in how good you feel. i want my name to be the thing your body associates with finally getting exactly what it needs.

only me. only my hands. only the way i touch you.

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

i want to touch you exactly how you want to be touched. i want to hear you say it out loud, what you need, where, how, how much pressure, how slow. i want to be the only one who gets to know exactly how you like it.

i’d take my time learning you. the spot on your neck that makes you go still. the way your breathing changes right before something is exactly right. the difference between the sound you make when it's good and the sound you make when it's perfect. i need to know all of it by heart. i want to get there faster every time. i’ll memorize your body better than you know it yourself and use that knowledge like it belongs to me. because it does. you gave it to me. every tell, every sound, every place that makes you gasp..that's mine. i collect it and i keep it and i use it every single time.

i want to get so good at you specifically that your body responds before your brain even catches up. that i know exactly where to put my hands before you have to ask. that you relax the second i touch you because you already know i'm going to take care of you. that you stop having to think about it at all and just get to feel. i want to condition you to that. want you to associate my hands with relief. with being completely taken care of. with knowing you don't have to do anything except lie there and receive it.

and i need it. i genuinely need it. need to hear your breath catch when i find the right spot. need to feel your hips shift toward my hand. need those sounds you make when something is exactly right. they do something to me i can't explain.. every sound you make is proof that i'm doing something right, that i'm giving you something you need, and i am so hungry for that proof. so desperate for it. i could spend hours just chasing those sounds.

i need to make you cum. need to feel it and hear it and know i did that. know my hands and my mouth and my attention did that to you. there is nothing…nothing… that feels better than that. than feeling you get there because of me. because i paid attention. because i needed to learn you. because i wanted you to feel good more than i wanted anything else.

i want to be so good at you that you forget anyone else ever tried. i want to ruin the comparison entirely. need you to think about my hands when you're trying to fall asleep. i want to be the standard you measure everything against without meaning to. not because i want to control you, but because i want to matter to you that specifically. i want to be that embedded in how good you feel. i want my name to be the thing your body associates with finally getting exactly what it needs.

only me. only my hands. only the way i touch you.

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

i want to touch you exactly how you want to be touched. i want to hear you say it out loud, what you need, where, how, how much pressure, how slow. i want to be the only one who gets to know exactly how you like it.

i’d take my time learning you. the spot on your neck that makes you go still. the way your breathing changes right before something is exactly right. the difference between the sound you make when it's good and the sound you make when it's perfect. i need to know all of it by heart. i want to get there faster every time. i’ll memorize your body better than you know it yourself and use that knowledge like it belongs to me. because it does. you gave it to me. every tell, every sound, every place that makes you gasp..that's mine. i collect it and i keep it and i use it every single time.

i want to get so good at you specifically that your body responds before your brain even catches up. that i know exactly where to put my hands before you have to ask. that you relax the second i touch you because you already know i'm going to take care of you. that you stop having to think about it at all and just get to feel. i want to condition you to that. want you to associate my hands with relief. with being completely taken care of. with knowing you don't have to do anything except lie there and receive it.

and i need it. i genuinely need it. need to hear your breath catch when i find the right spot. need to feel your hips shift toward my hand. need those sounds you make when something is exactly right. they do something to me i can't explain.. every sound you make is proof that i'm doing something right, that i'm giving you something you need, and i am so hungry for that proof. so desperate for it. i could spend hours just chasing those sounds.

i need to make you cum. need to feel it and hear it and know i did that. know my hands and my mouth and my attention did that to you. there is nothing…nothing… that feels better than that. than feeling you get there because of me. because i paid attention. because i needed to learn you. because i wanted you to feel good more than i wanted anything else.

i want to be so good at you that you forget anyone else ever tried. i want to ruin the comparison entirely. need you to think about my hands when you're trying to fall asleep. i want to be the standard you measure everything against without meaning to. not because i want to control you, but because i want to matter to you that specifically. i want to be that embedded in how good you feel. i want my name to be the thing your body associates with finally getting exactly what it needs.

only me. only my hands. only the way i touch you.

[pr3ttypunisherrr]

i want to touch you exactly how you want to be touched. i want to hear you say it out loud, what you need, where, how, how much pressure, how slow. i want to be the only one who gets to know exactly how you like it.

i’d take my time learning you. the spot on your neck that makes you go still. the way your breathing changes right before something is exactly right. the difference between the sound you make when it's good and the sound you make when it's perfect. i need to know all of it by heart. i want to get there faster every time. i’ll memorize your body better than you know it yourself and use that knowledge like it belongs to me. because it does. you gave it to me. every tell, every sound, every place that makes you gasp..that's mine. i collect it and i keep it and i use it every single time.

i want to get so good at you specifically that your body responds before your brain even catches up. that i know exactly where to put my hands before you have to ask. that you relax the second i touch you because you already know i'm going to take care of you. that you stop having to think about it at all and just get to feel. i want to condition you to that. want you to associate my hands with relief. with being completely taken care of. with knowing you don't have to do anything except lie there and receive it.

and i need it. i genuinely need it. need to hear your breath catch when i find the right spot. need to feel your hips shift toward my hand. need those sounds you make when something is exactly right. they do something to me i can't explain.. every sound you make is proof that i'm doing something right, that i'm giving you something you need, and i am so hungry for that proof. so desperate for it. i could spend hours just chasing those sounds.

i need to make you cum. need to feel it and hear it and know i did that. know my hands and my mouth and my attention did that to you. there is nothing…nothing… that feels better than that. than feeling you get there because of me. because i paid attention. because i needed to learn you. because i wanted you to feel good more than i wanted anything else.

i want to be so good at you that you forget anyone else ever tried. i want to ruin the comparison entirely. need you to think about my hands when you're trying to fall asleep. i want to be the standard you measure everything against without meaning to. not because i want to control you, but because i want to matter to you that specifically. i want to be that embedded in how good you feel. i want my name to be the thing your body associates with finally getting exactly what it needs.

only me. only my hands. only the way i touch you.

[lesbiannbat]

"Are u okay?"

No, im not okay, I'm a virgin who's mentally a whore and I've got a terrible sexual frustration going on

[rambrandt-the-painter]

cool dragon lady

[femininomenonasf]

please take me upstairs at a party. please push me against the door of a random bedroom. please start touching me. please force me to be quiet because everyone’s just downstairs. please make me cum with one hand over my mouth and the other moving in and out of my pussy. please force me to act like nothing happened even though im still dripping.

[little-whelp]

wyrmling is a very cute name for a newly-turned dragon and soon there will be a lot of them

[hemipenal-system]

yeah being a dentist who specializes in dragons is scary work sometimes but it pays very well

[enameledcoppergirl]

Dragongirls tugging on your collar, dragging you deeper into their lair

[blossom-is-normal]

cold blooded dragon licking you all over on a hot day maybe it's trying to keep you cool. maybe it just likes the salt of your sweat. does it matter?

[daylights-rain]

you sure are reading my posts and hitting the 'like' button. are you sure you want to keep doing that?

can you feel the ache of budding wings on your back? if you caress gently, can you feel the ridges of scales forming beneath your skin?

have you noticed the increased sense of smell? of taste?

do you feel a more powerful urge to lust, to desire, to want?

no? ok that's fine, keep liking my posts then no worries.

[blossom-is-normal]

sure, i'm not some massive beast who can pin you under one claw, whatever. i Do however have your wrist in my jaws, so are you really sure you want to be squirming so hard to keep your legs closed?

[dragon-liker-zzyr]

I keep asking you to close the window, but the way my breath hitches and tail spasms as I struggle to not let the whole world know you're having your way with me is just so cute.

[dragon-liker-zzyr]

Besides, I'm clearly enjoying the little bit of "danger". At least given by how hard I bite down when I cum again, desperately trying to muffle myself.