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Welcome to my blog. Here we dance to only one tempo. And I don't dance.

Private blog

I'm going to sleep bc I need to get my schedule back on track. I'm going to write some drabble tomorrow when I'm doing replies too. I'm not avoiding anyone I would love to chat but I didn't verify my email yet. And also I'm pretty socially exhausted by my wife basically everyday. Nothing wrong with that it's just information so it's clear I'm not trying not to approach anyone, and it's my wife's fault.

Literally I will obsess over your fav in 2.5 seconds don't play with me 😵‍💫

#ooc

I hope I don't seem selective with face claims because I'm not. Hand on the Bible, I'm interested in what my partners are interested in. Faceclaim wise at least. Try me... Later though.

undisputeable

Playfighting that turns into sex reblog if you agree

#wanted plot #ahem #I SAID AHEM #I'm not being pushy I'm just playing #it's a nice idea though

lilmamabeyellin

d-0m3

me everyday 🤗

#I walk the path of destruction #it's very bumpy

brxght-world

oh jean grey how you deserve better

dracobi

Yeah, she deserved a better name, so Sadie could play a character who didn't have the laziest fucking name on the planet. Jean is a fabric and grey is a color.

dracobi

I think you might've meant in the context of the movie and not anything relating to the actress who played her. If so mb... Your post is confusing and I'm dyslexic.

#on Tuesdays

brxght-world

oh jean grey how you deserve better

dracobi

Yeah, she deserved a better name, so Sadie could play a character who didn't have the laziest fucking name on the planet. Jean is a fabric and grey is a color.

versus3

He didn't look up at her. Not even a glance. He sat behind the huge mahogany desk, phone pressed to his ear, listening to his capo yapping.

"No," he said, his voice a low rumble. "That's not acceptable."

He scribbled something on a notepad with his focus unwavering. He could feel her, though. He could always feel her eyes on him.

@babesaf

stxlkd

He's glad she isn't able to see the smile creep on on his face from listening to how desperately she wanted his attention. In every other circumstance that would have him putting his face right there between her cheeks to lick and suck at his girl's wetness, assuring her all he wanted to do was take her as she continues to drip into his mouth.

That's not what this was though, this was about what was necessary. "I don't think you're hearing me," Salvatore started, referring to her explaining herself AND rocking her hips. He reaches his hand over to flick her ear with is finger, to give her a sharp reminder to listen. "Be still. And forget explaining yourself to me, or anyone else for that matter. You did what you did, deal with it now."

He moves the buzzing toy away from her clit, moving it down her lips and teasing her entrance, just barely dipping inside before he moves it away again. He could feel her squirming, and he didn't care, this was about the lesson, not the pleasure.

"Im assuming our books are all squared, right? I mean, you wouldn't be in my study fucking yourself on my desk unless you were finished with the one job I gave you, right?" He wasnt really asking, like he said; he was assuming right now. "So, let's talk numbers. How's the count?"

babesaf

the flick to my ear stung. it was sharp. i bit my lip, hard, to keep from whining. the buzzing vibe teased my entrance, then he pulled it away. my hips jerked. i was aching, low in my belly. my pussy was leaking, still dripping down my leg.

i tried to breathe, to steady myself. his belt bit into my wrists. the desk was cold against my skin. he wanted numbers. business. i squeezed my eyes shut, trying to remember.

"the count is perfect," i said. my voice was tight. but it was steady. i kept my face forward. "every dollar accounted for. the books are balanced." i swallowed. i didn't have excuses. i just gave him what he asked. waiting. for his attention. i needed it. i needed him.

dracobi

"Perfect," he says purposely slow, like he's savoring it. "That's what you should have came in here telling me." He lets the toy hang right there, barely kissing her entrance, then pulls it back like he never meant to give it to her in the first place. The thing hits the desk with a thud.

He leans in, mouth at her ear, voice dropping to something rough and quiet. "So you did your job. Good girl. Real impressive. And then you strut in here, fuck up my call, throw my name around like we're equals, and park your ass on my desk like that's gonna make me drop everything?" His breath ghosts her neck purposely, he was ready to lean in and suck on the skin of her neck.

He straightens up, hand sliding down her back, slowly and possessive, till he's cupping her ass. Doesn't smack it. Doesn't need to. Just holds her there, lets her feel the weight of him deciding what he's going to do with her tight little body. His crotch is brushing up against her, his pants already dampening from how wet she's gotten. "I'm always aware of how much you love me, bunny, and how much you need me." His thumb drifts lower, one slow, heavy swipe through her mess, then brings it to his mouth the taste her finally, humming deeply his satisfaction as the sweet savory taste of her pussy hits his tongue.

He picks the toy back up, but doesn't turn it on when he presses the smooth rubber against her inner thigh, dragging it up inch by fucking inch, stopping right where she's clenching and desperate and dripping over the toy with need, and holds it there. "Be still," sal reminds her, almost softly. "And you better not even consider the thought of cumming." He warns before flicking the toy back to life between the swollen pink drenched lips.

babesaf

I go completely rigid the second the vibration starts, my whole body locking up like i've been shocked. my fingers curl into fists behind my back, I want to squirm so bad. I want to grind back against it, to fucking ride it until i fall apart, but his voice is still in my ear reminding me to be still and I know what happens if I disobey now.

My thighs are trembling. actually trembling. I can feel my juices dripping down the toy, making it slick against me, and the vibration is right there, circling my clit in this lazy, evil pattern that makes my stomach flip over and over.

"I won't," i gasp out, but it sounds more like a whimper. "I won't cum, daddy, I swear." I bite my lip so hard I taste copper. My hips jerk once, just once, before I force them flat against the desk again, my cheek pressed to the cold, polished wood. i'm panting through my nose, eyes squeezed shut, counting backwards from a hundred in my head like he taught me when i get too close.

ninety-nine. ninety-eight.

the toy presses harder and is nudging my clit directly, and a sob catches in my throat.

"Daddy," I whine, turning my head to let my forehead cool on the wood, "I need you," i mumble into the desk, the words slurring together atp. "please, I want you inside me, please, daddy."

I'm dripping all over it now, all over the edge of his desk, and i don't even care. I just need him to know how sorry I am and how bad I need him. I need him to feel how wet I am, how bad i'm shaking for him, and lose control like he always does. like he has to.

"you feel so good, daddy" I whimper, trying to angle my hips just slightly, desperately, hoping he won't notice. "Your toy feels good but you're better, you're always better, please"

Forty-two. forty-one.

dracobi

"Christ," he mutters, because her begging is doing something to him, getting under his skin in a way he should've been prepared for. He drags the toy in a slow circle, pressing just enough to make her breath hitch, then eases off again. "Hush now, there'll be time enough to ask for whatever you want," he explains, leaving out the obvious part where she has to get through her punishment first.

He feels her hips twitch, that little desperate shift, and he presses his free hand flat against her back, not hard but firm. Sal holds her there, anchors her against the desk while the toy buzzes against her soaked pussy. Then he shifts his stance, uses his knee to nudge her legs wider, spreading her open until she's completely exposed

"Now," he says, and he pulls the toy back, lets it hang heavy and thick between her legs, "how many times do you think I'm gonna tell you to be still?" He punctuates still with a wet slap of the dildo against her pussy, the thick rubber flopping hard against her swollen, sopping clit. "You think I don't feel you moving?" Slap. "You think I can't tell when you're trying to sneak your way to what you want?" Slap. The sound of it hitting her, wet and obscene, fills the quiet study, and has him starting to leak precum in his pants desperate to have his cock delivering each heavy slap to her pussy. "We can do this all day or you can be a big girl and take your punishment." Slap.

He holds it there, pressed against her mess, letting her feel the weight and the vibration. "So, what's it going to be?" He asked, pulling the toy back to give her a final hard slap as if to prompt her to answer, and lets it sit between her folds when the blow lands, as he starts to rub her with it slowly, almost soothingly.

#don't answer him lola it's a trap baby just stop talking ⚠️

cantbreakaway

dracobi

Lola though

@babesaf

#lola #lola & sal #I'm here 🕶️#come back please

Okay it's not really anyone fault that her songs be hitting heart strings

I was trying to get a little crazy but this tag is fucking killing me, wtf dudes

versus3

He didn't look up at her. Not even a glance. He sat behind the huge mahogany desk, phone pressed to his ear, listening to his capo yapping.

"No," he said, his voice a low rumble. "That's not acceptable."

He scribbled something on a notepad with his focus unwavering. He could feel her, though. He could always feel her eyes on him.

@babesaf

stxlkd

He's glad she isn't able to see the smile creep on on his face from listening to how desperately she wanted his attention. In every other circumstance that would have him putting his face right there between her cheeks to lick and suck at his girl's wetness, assuring her all he wanted to do was take her as she continues to drip into his mouth.

That's not what this was though, this was about what was necessary. "I don't think you're hearing me," Salvatore started, referring to her explaining herself AND rocking her hips. He reaches his hand over to flick her ear with is finger, to give her a sharp reminder to listen. "Be still. And forget explaining yourself to me, or anyone else for that matter. You did what you did, deal with it now."

He moves the buzzing toy away from her clit, moving it down her lips and teasing her entrance, just barely dipping inside before he moves it away again. He could feel her squirming, and he didn't care, this was about the lesson, not the pleasure.

"Im assuming our books are all squared, right? I mean, you wouldn't be in my study fucking yourself on my desk unless you were finished with the one job I gave you, right?" He wasnt really asking, like he said; he was assuming right now. "So, let's talk numbers. How's the count?"

babesaf

the flick to my ear stung. it was sharp. i bit my lip, hard, to keep from whining. the buzzing vibe teased my entrance, then he pulled it away. my hips jerked. i was aching, low in my belly. my pussy was leaking, still dripping down my leg.

i tried to breathe, to steady myself. his belt bit into my wrists. the desk was cold against my skin. he wanted numbers. business. i squeezed my eyes shut, trying to remember.

"the count is perfect," i said. my voice was tight. but it was steady. i kept my face forward. "every dollar accounted for. the books are balanced." i swallowed. i didn't have excuses. i just gave him what he asked. waiting. for his attention. i needed it. i needed him.

dracobi

"Perfect," he says purposely slow, like he's savoring it. "That's what you should have came in here telling me." He lets the toy hang right there, barely kissing her entrance, then pulls it back like he never meant to give it to her in the first place. The thing hits the desk with a thud.

He leans in, mouth at her ear, voice dropping to something rough and quiet. "So you did your job. Good girl. Real impressive. And then you strut in here, fuck up my call, throw my name around like we're equals, and park your ass on my desk like that's gonna make me drop everything?" His breath ghosts her neck purposely, he was ready to lean in and suck on the skin of her neck.

He straightens up, hand sliding down her back, slowly and possessive, till he's cupping her ass. Doesn't smack it. Doesn't need to. Just holds her there, lets her feel the weight of him deciding what he's going to do with her tight little body. His crotch is brushing up against her, his pants already dampening from how wet she's gotten. "I'm always aware of how much you love me, bunny, and how much you need me." His thumb drifts lower, one slow, heavy swipe through her mess, then brings it to his mouth the taste her finally, humming deeply his satisfaction as the sweet savory taste of her pussy hits his tongue.

He picks the toy back up, but doesn't turn it on when he presses the smooth rubber against her inner thigh, dragging it up inch by fucking inch, stopping right where she's clenching and desperate and dripping over the toy with need, and holds it there. "Be still," sal reminds her, almost softly. "And you better not even consider the thought of cumming." He warns before flicking the toy back to life between the swollen pink drenched lips.