just wanna pin him down, tell him he's mine and ride him until im satisfied
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just wanna pin him down, tell him he's mine and ride him until im satisfied
do you ever look at a boy and wonder if he moans as pretty as he looks
Mood: let me sit on your lap and pretend like I'm not trying to get you hard
Him: *does that smug ass cocky smirk*
My face: 🙄🙄🙄🙄
My pussy: 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦
Short girls domming guys way taller than them is so fantastic.
he is lust. he is sex in the back seat of a car. he is hickies on the beach. he is groping in a movie theater. he is ass grabbing in an empty aisle. he is dirty whispers on the phone. he is pressed thighs and lip biting. he is moaned names. he is trembling and goosebumps. he is breathlessness after a touch. he is frustration and dark eyes. he is insanity and clawing nails. he is the pleas of more. he is the begs of not stopping. he is the fantasies that have your hand between your thighs, wishing it was his mouth instead. he is sex. he is lust. he is a drug. one you’ll take with a scream of pleasure and a whimper for another.
the dangers of dating a boy who knows exactly what he’s doing. (via tonkinwrites)
sorry i got lip gloss and glitter on your dick
When I think of him, I want to open my legs.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (via a-femmefatalist)
It was late. Elle was hungry. No time for the vigilante selection process or playing the hero in dark alleys, she was just going to eat the first creepy bastard that hit on her. The casino -- yes, that was where she’d hunt. Dinner and a show. But just as she was about to turn into the light-studded entrance, something caught her attention. Caught her nose’s attention, specifically. What a strange scent it was. Perhaps there was something new on the menu?
Being a newly turned vampire, Elle’s sense of self-preservation wasn’t the most refined yet as she felt even more invincible than she did as an evolved human. After designer heels turned to follow the scent, she was brimming with energy. Was this what they called the thrill of the hunt? Half humming, half-singing, she continued through the darkness, tempted to shapeshift to move faster, but not fully comfortable with the sensation of it yet. Walking would do for now. Determined and fast moving toward her dinner, she began singing out loud, ❝ Ooh here I come, watch out boy, I’ll chew you up~ ❞ Maybe this one would give a challenge, providing not only a meal, but a workout as well. Two birds, one stone.
I think the best part about riding a guy (besides the feeling) is the way that they look. It's so unlike other positions in that they aren't the ones having to thrust so they can just take in all of the pleasure, and it shows. The ways their eyes dilate while they're looking up at you. The way their lips part as they involuntarily let out hot breaths from the pleasure. The way their jaw clenches when you ride them just right. The way they paw at your body, not even knowing what they want because of all of the pleasure. God, give me all of it. Let me see you so unravelled.
i will be ur princess if ur dick is the throne i sit on