trying on a metaphor
i don't do bad sauce passes
we're not kids anymore.
dirt enthusiast
Discoholic šŖ©
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Claire Keane
DEAR READER
Origami Around
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Kaledo Art
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I'd rather be in outer space šø
JVL
Andulka
cherry valley forever
Xuebing Du
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@carnalsuitra
Everything I do is to elicit your pleasure, but that pleasure is mine. I will spend forever learning what you want, I will study every inch of you and then Iāll fuck you selfishly, relentlessly, without mercy. Because all I want is your pleasure.
treat her like a queen š¤ fuck her like a whore
I want to hear you laugh just as much as I want to hear you moan.
The urgent need to kiss her neck while sliding one hand up her sundress to rub her pretty, wet cunt.
Iāve got the dress. You bring the handā¦
Eyes
Deepā¦ deeper connection
Press your forehead to mine and moan into my mouth as I make you cum on my fingers.
A mood
Handsy!
me leaving teethmarks on you is like a love branding... you're mine now
Gets hard over her selfies š¤š» gets wet over his voicenotes
Her wise counsel has me going ohhhhhh and I see. Plus her ass is fat as hell.
damn ok lake superior
Ok yeah that lake is superior
love the idea of soothing someone into submission. you've had a long day, sweetheart, why don't you let me do the thinking for a bit? i know you like to be in control, but it can be exhausting. surely you've earned a little relaxation after all your hard work. don't you want to rest a bit? unclench your jaw, relax your muscles, let your legs fall open. i want the only thought in that lovely head to be how good you feel.
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He seemed to understand her on a level she didnāt understand herselfā¦
He was interpreting her through her body language, words, whimpers and gazeā¦
It was her gaze that was his compass.
He knew the difference of her state by watching her eyesā¦He enjoyed how they began warm, sunlike, laughing then to a sparkling mischievous glint, to bashful and ever-evasive, to an unfocused far away gaze of longing, until finally meeting his own with the telltale dark feral shadows that announced to him her descent was complete.
Thatās when his discovery truly began.
It was not with arrogance that he approached and played her: they learned together to navigate the labyrinth of body, mind and soul.
It was with a fascination that he read her, making mental notes as if a cartographer. He wanted to find the way back and delve deeper each time.
When she felt she was in foreign territory he was were there, fluently interpreting her in her native tongue.
He expressed things that resonated and she found herself thinking āyes-exactly thatā¦how do you know I wanted that before I even did??ā
It was arousing and insanely intimate to put herself in his hands and allow him be to choose which doors to open and when to retreat as they discovered how to reconcile the parts of her between yes and noā¦dark and lightā¦
She was not without control; he would not start any journey without arming her with a safeword to bring her immediately back to known and familiar lands. Like ruby shoes, the safeword meant the control was hers - it always was.
Laying back she always found herself welcoming the quiet that came in her mind by relinquishing control and handing the helm off so she could at the same time be the passenger, the journey, and the destination.
āI came, I came, please stop I just cameā sub
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āI know, and now youāre going to cum for me againā Dom
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