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Probably both 🤭😉🤔
I wanna go camping and makeout by the fire and fuck in the tent 😠
Yes.....Yess...and Yessss 😈👹
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Imagine a threesome with a succubus and incubus who fucking hate each other and are now competing on who can get you off the fastest.
Succubus plays with your tits, rubbing her clit against your sensitive bud while her tongue swirls around your mouth. Her pussy is slick and warm, and you're already cumming within seconds.
The incubus stretches you with his fingers, his tongue circling your clit as he makes you count how many orgasms he gives you with his mouth alone.
You can't keep your eyes off of his cock as he fucks his fist, precum dripping from the tip.
Now that's you're all wet and ready, they want to take turns with fucking your fat cunt!
First, the succubus walks over, her strap lightly bouncing with each step, she holds you down in missionary, biting your neck as her strap fucks into your tight hole.
As you have sex, the strap fuses to her body and becomes flesh and blood, pulsing inside of you. She whimpers and tugs on your nipple with her teeth, begging to cum inside and breed you.
The incubus is next, huffing as he wipes away the succubus’s cum from your thighs, his cock is huge, nearly twice the size of the succubus, and he’s proud of it.
You’re pulled onto his lap, forced to take his cock deeper than you thought possible. Your belly bulges with his cock, and you struggle to breathe properly.
He fills you with so much cum, cooing over how cute you’ll look with swollen tits, heavy with milk to feed his young.
You cum several times round his length, ending the night so fucked out you can’t even think.
As the two tally up the amount of orgasms they each gave you, they’re both delighted to learn it was a tie.
“Guess we’ll have to try again~”
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someone tell me what it’s like
100% ME
suddenly i don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because i always yearned for someone to understand my soul.
i am tired of being strong all the time, i just want someone i can be soft and vulnerable with, someone i can finally rest with
can't believe men pay for nudes when they could look in the mirror and see a pussy for free
for once, i don’t want almosts or maybes or something temporary. i want to know what it feels like to be chosen without hesitation, to be someone people stay for, not just someone they want for a moment, to be loved in a way that doesn’t make me question it, not even once
eat me out while i’m trying to take a lil nap
it sounds like someone needs her hand held while she has her pussy ate out
your fav goes a little crazy when he gets a glimpse of your bush for the first time, their fingers had been suspended on the elastic of your panties, teeth softly nibbling on the lower part of your stomach, and finally they lower the panties, deliciously slow, savoring and wanting to prolong the moment as long as possible. he's been dreaming about tasting you for so long, and the the fabric slides just enough for him to see it, and his pupils go wide, eyes darkening at your exposed mound an the bush is revealing.
they let out a sigh that you wouldn't be able to identify it It sounds like relief or like joy, they nuzzle their cheek against your core as they pull down on the piece of fabric, fingers softly raising goosebumps as the travel from your hips to your thighs and then to your ankles. they press a kiss on the inner part of your calve.
when they spread your legs for them is embarrassing how they immediately nuzzle their nose against the texture of your mound, whatever hesitation you might have had is not allowed under their gaze, they spread your lips apart for their tongue, flat and hot as they lick a stripe from your entrance all the way to your clit. their head spins at the taste. they are home.
Watching titties bounce is good for the soul
Therapy
That’s it… just like that. Look at you, falling apart the second I take control. Such a good girl when you stop fighting what you want and let me lead you exactly where you need to go.
You were craving this all day, weren’t you? Craving my hands around your neck, my voice in your ear, telling you exactly how beautiful you look when you lose control for me. And now you’re trembling, breath catching, trying so hard to hold yourself together while I remind you who you belong to in this moment.
Come closer. Eyes on me. That’s my girl. Let go for me… nice and slow. I’ve got you
#Extend Version
That’s it… just like that.
Look at you, falling apart the second I take control. Such a good girl when you stop fighting what you want and let me lead you exactly where you need to go.
The room was dim except for the amber glow spilling from the bedside lamp, soft enough to blur the edges of everything except him. Except the way his eyes stayed fixed on her like he already knew every thought racing through her head before she could speak it out loud.
She tried to steady her breathing, but every time he stepped closer, every ounce of composure slipped further away.
“You were craving this all day, weren’t you?” he whispered against her ear.
His voice was low. Calm. Dangerous in the way only confidence could be.
She hated how easily he read her.
The tension between them had been building for weeks…long stares across crowded rooms, teasing comments whispered just low enough to make her heart skip, fingertips brushing for a second too long. Every interaction felt intentional. Like a game he’d already decided he was going to win.
And tonight, he finally stopped pretending.
His hand slid slowly along her waist, pulling her closer until there wasn’t even space left for hesitation between them. Her fingers instinctively gripped the front of his shirt, not to push him away… but to hold herself together.
“Look at me,” he said softly.
She did.
And that was her mistake.
Because the second their eyes locked, every carefully built wall inside her cracked.
“There she is,” he whispered, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “The girl who acts so strong until somebody finally gives her permission to let go.”
A shiver rolled through her.
He noticed it instantly.
Of course he did.
His forehead rested against hers for a moment, slowing everything down just enough to make the anticipation unbearable. The air between them felt heavy—thick with restrained want, unspoken confessions, and the kind of chemistry that made silence louder than words.
“You don’t have to think right now,” he told her. “I’ve got you.”
The reassurance in his voice unraveled her more than dominance ever could.
Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips ghosted along her jawline, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every reaction he pulled from her. Every breath she lost only seemed to encourage him more.
And when his hand tilted her chin upward again, she realized something dangerous.
She trusted him.
Not just with her body.
With the vulnerable parts too.
The parts she kept hidden beneath confidence and sarcasm and independence.
He saw all of it anyway.
“Come closer,” he whispered.
She already had.
He guided her backward slowly, never breaking eye contact, giving her enough time to stop him if she wanted to.
She never did.
Each step toward the bed felt deliberate, her pulse climbing higher the closer they got. His hand stayed firm at her waist, steadying her while the other brushed gently along her arm, fingertips leaving warmth in their wake.
“You’re shaking,” he stated with a faint smile.
“Maybe because of you.”
“That’s not fear.”
No. It wasn’t.
It was anticipation. The kind that settled low in her chest and made every touch feel amplified.
The backs of her knees touched the edge of the mattress, and he paused there, standing between her legs while his gaze moved slowly over her face like he was memorizing every expression she tried to hide.
His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, brushing against warm skin. He moved carefully, unhurried, watching her the entire time as if the smallest reaction mattered to him.
“Still with me?” he asked quietly.
She nodded once.
That was all he needed.
He lifted the fabric slowly, inch by inch, his knuckles grazing her sides as he pulled it over her head and tossed it carelessly aside. The cool air against her skin made her inhale sharply, but his hands immediately settled against her waist again, grounding her.
“There you are,” he whispered, almost to himself.
The way he looked at her made her feel exposed in a way that had nothing to do with clothes. Seen. Wanted. Adored.
His touch softened then, tracing along her shoulders, down her arms, as though he wanted to savor every second instead of rushing toward the inevitable. He pressed a kiss to her forehead first—unexpectedly tender—before his lips drifted lower to her cheek, her jaw, the sensitive spot beneath her ear that made her grip his shirt tighter.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” he said softly.
And somehow those words undid her more than anything else.
He eased her gently onto the bed, never letting the intensity between them break, his hand sliding along her thigh while he hovered above her. The tension in the room thickened with every breath, every lingering glance, every slow touch that promised he intended to take his time with her.
And she realized, laying there beneath him with her heartbeat racing against her ribs, that this wasn’t about losing control anymore.
It was about finally feeling safe enough to let go.
Touch me 🥺💕🫠