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[stone-hard-packing]

why are YOU whining about getting edged?? don't you know how hard it is for me? all I wanna do is see you cum over and over until you go fucking braindead but instead I'm taking my time with you, treating you nice, making sure it's gonna be extra good for you. so why don't you thank me? say it. say "thank you for not letting me cum yet." good job. say it again.

[lesapphism]

taking a shy girl and turning her into my personal porn star. encouraging her to be more vocal during sex, praising all the sweet little sounds i can hear until she’s making the loudest, most erotic moans for me. calling her my cute little slut and rewarding her when she repeats it back to me. teasing her until she tears up and begs me to fuck her properly.

a camera would have to be involved, of course. it starts with taking pictures of her ruined pussy after sex, then escalates to videos of me fucking her with her hands over her face. i’d tease her about how wet her creamy pussy sounds on camera, get a close up shot of my strap disappearing inside her. film her sucking a dildo with drool running down her chin, telling her she’s being such a pretty whore for the camera.

and it doesn’t just stop in the bedroom. i’d slowly swap out all the clothes in her closet until she’s forced to pick out miniskirts, ultra-short shorts, crop tops so low i can almost see her areolas. gradually groping her more around the house, feeling up her ass and pinching her nipples just to make them hard. tap my fingers on her lips so i can stick them in her mouth and have her eyes cross for me. my pretty pornstar, all mine.

op is a lesbian—men & minors dni

[frenchvelvetkissess]

go ahead, darling. keep flirting with them. I want you to feel so clever right up until the moment you’re sat on my lap, thighs shaking as you struggle to keep yourself up. while you’re begging for a release you haven’t earned.

I’m going to be recording every pathetic sound you make. and guess what I’m doing with it? I’m sending it directly to them.

I want them to see how you lose yourself, how you’re nothing but a desperate leaking mess for the only person who actually owns you. I want them to hear the way you moan my name like a little slut, so they know exactly how little you belong to yourself. let them witness you falling apart for me in ways they’ll never even get a taste of.

maybe that’s the only way a brainless little thing like you will finally learn. you’re mine and if I have to fuck you until you’re sobbing and shaking with shame just to remind you, then I will. play your little games baby, we both know who you come back to and we both know how much you love being ruined by me.

[frenchvelvetkisses]

“i hated it” you whine, your voice cracking slightly, your fingers tangled in the collar of my shirt. “i hated you being away. i tried... i tried touching myself but it doesn't even feel as good anymore. i can't even get myself close. it just feels empty without you. i missed you so much”

i’m keeping that exact thought tucked safely away in the back of my mind. i didn't address it right then. instead, i just cupped your jaw, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips, letting you taste exactly how much i’d missed you, too.

we're in the bedroom now, the room lit only by the warm glow of the streetlights outside. i’ve got you flat against the mattress, bare from the waist down, your shirt unbuttoned to your ribs. i’m hovering over you, taking my time, tracing a soft path up the inside of your thighs, watching your hips helplessly twitch with every single touch.

already shivering, your breath turning uneven, your fingers blindly reaching up to find mine.

but instead of giving you my hand, i pin your wrists above your head, leaning down until my lips are brushing the sensitive skin right under your ear. “remember what you told me earlier sweetheart?” i say. “about how touching yourself didn't feel good while i was gone?”

you let out an embarrassed whine, trying to turn your face away. “don't remind me... i was just being pathetic”

“no it wasn't pathetic at all. it was sweet” i say releasing your wrists and sliding my hands down to caress your hips, pulling you closer to me. “but we can’t have that. we can’t have you unable to make yourself feel good. let’s get that back for you right now.” i lean back. “touch yourself for me. show me how you do it when i’m not here.”

your eyes go completely wide. “here? right now? no... please, i want you to do it.”

“i will” i promise, my hand coming up to gently stroke your hair back from your forehead. “but first, i want to watch you. slide your hand down for me. let me see.”

i can tell you’re getting nervous but you can never truly say no to me. your hand hesitating slightly as you bring it down to your stomach, your fingers tracing over your hip before finally sliding between your thighs. you let out a gasp the second your own fingers make contact with your damp skin, finding yourself already wet.

“there you go” i say softly, leaning forward to watch every single movement of your hand. “just like that. you’re so incredibly beautiful like this, you know that? let me hear you”

encouraged by the praise, you close your eyes, your fingers beginning to move in those familiar circular patterns. muscle memory. your hips tilting a little.

your eyes back on mine for a moment and I ask “feels good?”

a high pitched whimper slipping past your lips while the friction finally start to hit the right spot.“it feels... different with you watching,” you pant out.

“you’re doing so well princess. keep going” my fingers lightly tracing your thigh, adding just enough extra heat to drive you crazy. “tell me how it feels. talk to me.”

“it feels better than when i was alone” your pace picking up. but after a few more strokes, your hand suddenly falters. without warning, i dive down between your thighs, my mouth replacing your hand. i eat you out for just a few seconds, my tongue swirling over your clit until you're arching off the bed, screaming my name. just as you think i'm going to finish you, i pull back, licking my lips with a smile, I almost feel bad for stopping. almost.

“please... why did you stop? please” you beg, your hands desperately gripping the sheets.

“ah-ah, who said you were allowed to stop working for it?” i teaseas i pat your inner thigh. “i just wanted a taste. back to your hand sweetheart. keep going”

“i can't, i don't want to make myself cum, please. i need it to be your hands i missed you.”

“i know you do baby. but you can hold it a little longer. keep your hand right there. just a few more times. you can do that for me can’t you?”

“please” you sob but you force your fingers to move again. as you keep going, the heat i left behind on your skin starts to build, and i see the exact moment you regain your confidence. your touch gets heavier, surer, realization dawning on you that you feel everything ten times more intensely with me hovering over you. your chest heaves, your eyes lock onto mine, full of a fierce, needy certainty.

i watch you intently tracking the moment your toes curl tightly into the bedsheets, and your internal muscles starting to throb. you’re too close. you’re right there, hovering perfectly on the edge, waiting for me, completely helpless.

in one smooth motion, i reach down and catch your wrist, pulling your hand away from your body and pinning it flat against the mattress. before you can even register the loss of the friction, i replace your fingers with two of my own, sinking them deep inside you in one long stroke while my thumb applies perfect pressure right against your clit, exactly how you like it.

the sudden change from your own touch to the absolute authority of my hand completely breaks you.

“alright baby. i’ve got you”

“oh my god” you gasp, your body instantly going rigid, thighs starting to tremble again.

“that’s it, let it out. give it all to me” i whisper against your mouth, picking up the pace, driving my fingers deep inside you over and over, riding out your orgasm. “you missed this baby, didn’t you? you missed being handled properly”

your hips are moving blindly, trying to escape the intensity, but i hold your wrist down tight, keeping you pinned to the mattress while your body clamps down around my fingers in desperate waves.

“i missed you princess. missed making you feel good”

i keep moving inside you until the pulsing finally slows down. when i finally pull my hand back, you collapse into the mattress, your chest heaving and beautifully undone.

i lean down, pulling the covers up over your shivering shoulders, and press a few kisses to your wet cheek. “see? i told you we’d get it back. you did so good for me”

[pr3ttypunisherr]

"already?" so fond. fingers not slowing down at all. feeling you twitch, still sensitive, still chasing it even while you're whimpering about how much it is.

you'd been doing so well. holding off, trying to be patient, hips barely moving even as i worked you slow. and then it happened fast, faster than either of us expected, a surprised broken sound slipping out of you before you could stop it.

"hey." tilting your chin up. making you look at me. "don't hide. that was perfect."

you try anyway, face turning into the pillow.

pressing back in. feeling you jolt immediately. still sensitive. still so responsive. "see? your body's still asking for more."

a whimper. hips shifting away slightly. then back. confused about what you actually want right now.

"i know." curling my fingers slow. feeling you gasp. "i know it's a lot. you're sensitive and everything feels bigger than it should right now."

working you slow again. building you back up. watching the way your breathing changes, the way your hands fist in the sheets, the way you try so hard to hold off this time.

getting you right to the edge.

stopping.

a broken sound. hips chasing nothing. "please—"

"i know." rubbing slow circles on your hip. not giving you anything yet. "you're doing so well. just a little longer."

"i can't—" voice cracking. "please i need—"

"you can." so certain. so warm. "you've been so patient already. i just want a little more time with you like this."

starting again. slower this time. deliberate. learning exactly how much you can take before you tip over, finding that threshold and staying right beneath it.

you're shaking by the third time. tears starting to gather, not from anything bad, just from how much it all is.

"i know baby." wiping one away with my thumb without stopping. "i know it's so much right now. you're doing so well."

"please—" barely a word anymore. "please mommy please i can't take it anymore please—"

"okay." finally. so soft. "okay. you've earned it. go ahead. i've got you."

letting you fall apart completely this time. not pulling back. working you through every moment.

waiting until your body has relaxed. pulling you close to me.

"so good." pressing a kiss to your hair. "you did so well. so so well.”

keeping you in my arms. rubbing your back slow.

"i've got you."

[morbidblooduse]

need to make a femme cockwarm my strap while watching a movie, keeping her held down by her hips and slapping her clit every time she moves.

tease her as we get further into it, run my hands over the sensitive parts of her skin, purposefully shift so she feels me move inside of her, whisper the filthiest things in her ear while i sit there and watch her get needier and needier.

“look at you, all dumbed out on my cock, i haven’t even fucked you yet, baby”

“do you always get this wet when you’re filled up, princess?”

“your clit must be so swollen by now, poor thing, can you feel it throbbing yet?”

[yourneedylilpup]

cock warm her while watch a horror movie so when she jumps after a scare she moans too

[frenchvelvetkisses]

i love setting a rule like “you’re not allowed to cum till I say so” just to see exactly where your limit is. just to see how long you can actually endure it before you can’t obey me anymore, how long you can manage to be my good girl.

i can see the effort of you trying to keep it together. your fingers digging into the sheets as you try to fight your own body just to please me. but you’re so far gone you can’t control your body anymore. your entire body goes rigid, your hips moving upward. it’s beautiful. you’re simply too far gone to stop it. you cum without permission.

and instead of stopping to punish you, i do the exact opposite. i just lock my hands onto your hips, lean all my weight down and go harder and faster. i don't let you breathe or back away. fucking you right through the peak of it, overstimulating you while you're hyper sensitive and defenseless.

“look at you” I whisper watching your worried face. “such a bad girl” you can't even handle the sensation. tears are just slipping down as you try to stifle a scream into the pillows, your body twitching from how overwhelming the pleasure is. i just hold you down and keep the pace furious, exactly how you like it. you want to cum without permission? sure, then do it again. give it to me a few more times. i know you can do that for me.

[frenchvelvetkisses]

to the ones that get completely foggy when they’re worked up, i need you. yes you, the one with absolutely no thoughts behind those pretty eyes when you’re craving me. head completely empty. mind so entirely dumb that the only thing consuming you is wondering when i'm finally going to touch you. i love watching that glaze steal over your eyes when i step into your space. your focus narrowing down until the rest of the world just blurs out around us.

i love how that little brain of yours goes dumber by the minute, every time i get closer with every slow touch of my hands against your skin. you need me so bad that your mind just turns to pure mush. it’s sweet. you can't even form a coherent sentence when i'm tracing my fingers down your neck, your jaw falling open just a little bit because trying to think and feel me at the same time is just way too much for that soft head of yours.

you’re just a pretty breathless thing when you're under me. all your thoughts evaporating the minute i slide my fingers inside you, stretching you open until you can't even remember your own name. it’s cute how hard you try to hold onto a single logical thought, only for me to curl my fingers deeply inside you and watch you completely dissolve. eyes rolling back as you let out the most pathetic little whines.

come here and let me fuck all those thoughts straight out of you. just shut your brain off for me and let mommy do all the thinking for you. you don't need a single thought in that head when you belong to me anyway. i need you to just let go of every capability you have. lying there limp while my fingers strip you away from every piece of sanity you ever had.

i'm just going to keep going, filling you up and ruining you to your favorite rhythm until your brain is fried by the pleasure. just drowning you in it until you're dazed and dependent on my voice to tell you what to do next. you get so beautifully dumb when you're horny for me baby. just blank and ruined.

i just want to watch you cross that line where your vocabulary fails you. when you're trying so hard to ask for more but all that comes out of your mouth are these meaningless little whimpers because your mind is too filled with pleasure to remember how words work. i’m just going to lean down, brush your messy hair out of your sweating face and smile down at how vacant you look. don't even try to speak baby. you're too far gone for that. just lay there and be mommy's quiet good girl.

by the time i decide to let you cum, you won't have the capacity to process what's happening. your body is just going to violently shake and twitch, your mind thoroughly wiped clean that you're just a puddle of sensation. you're just so perfect when i turn your brain off.

[frenchvelvetkisses]

there’s so many different ways to pavlov a sub. my absolute favorite pastime is picking a specific song and fucking you to the exact rhythm of it over and over again. taking my absolute time with you. playing that same song almost every time until your brain associates those specific beats with the feeling of me wrecking you until you're sobbing.

and then just letting weeks pass, time will do this thing. I know that by now whenever I play the song it’ll trigger an automatic reaction. you casually remember and complain to me, hiding your blushing face in my neck while you whimper about how you literally can't listen to that song anymore without getting worked up, your body remembering exactly what i did to you when the first note hits.

which is exactly why i love playing it when we're in the car with all of our friends. you sitting right in the passenger seat next to me, before i casually cue that exact track up on the car speakers, knowing what this song does to you.

i watch your entire body go completely rigid the exact second that song drops on the car speakers while we’re on our way to a house party.

“oh turn it up!" one of our friends says from the back seat, completely oblivious. "right? i love this song" I reply smirking as I turn the volume knob up. I glance over at you, gripping the edge of your seat, your knees pressed together as you try to stop the sudden throb between your thighs. you know damn well this is the exact pace I used when I had your legs pushed all the way back over your shoulders on my bed.

I casually rest my palm against your inner thigh, keeping my eyes on the road. "you okay over there baby? you’re being awfully quiet suddenly." you turn your head toward the window to hide your face. letting out a tiny gasp as you shift uncomfortably against your soaking wet underwear while my hand continues to caress your thigh.

"good girl" I whisper under my breath low enough to be swallowed by the music. squeezing your thigh to ground you. "just sit nice and still for me. we still have a bit of a drive left."

just pulling into the driveway of the house party, the music from the speakers inside vibrating all the way out to the car. i turn off the engine, you let out the longest most pathetic sigh of relief, thinking the torture is over. your thighs shaking as you get up, from how soaking wet and worked up i kept you during the whole ride.

i lead you inside by the waist, letting our friends head for the kitchen while i navigate the crowded hallway. tracking the moment the upstairs bathroom clicks open. i grab your wrist, pull you inside before anyone else can claim it and lock the door behind us. you instantly turn around, backing up against the sink. your chest heaving as you look at me with desperate begging in your eyes.

"oh look at you... all worked up already?" I whisper as I step closer, gently cupping your face in my hands. "what is it? was it our song? you poor thing. it doesn’t take much does it?” I reach down, my fingers slowly sliding under your clothes, teasingly tracing the dampness between your legs. I feel the heat radiating off you, watching your eyes squeeze shut, your hips instinctively tilt forward, absolutely desperate for any friction.

"you're completely soaked just from a little music" I lean down to press a kiss on your cheek "you really couldn't handle it could you? It's okay I’ve got you. I'm going to take such good care of you since I made you like this"

I grip your hip lifting your leg and hooking your knee right over the edge of the sink. opening you up under the bright bathroom mirror. I don't make you wait another second. I slide my hand straight past your underwear, shoving two fingers deeply inside you with a heavy thrust that makes your eyes instantly roll back. a loud moan starts to rip out of your throat but before the sound can even leave your lips, my other hand flies up, my palm flattening over your mouth to trap the noise. the sound dies against my skin. your moans turning into a muffled sobs.

"shhh there we go, keep it all inside for me sweetheart" I whisper against your ear, my voice calm while the bass from the living room rattles the bathroom door. "we don't want our friends out in the hallway hearing what a needy little mess you are do we?" you nod, your eyes wide. I start moving my fingers inside you exactly how you like them, curling them deeply to hit your favorite spot over and over again. perfectly matching the heavy rhythm of the song from the car.

your body goes rigid, your fingers clawing at my clothes as you try to thrash against the sink but my weight is pinned against yours, keeping you perfectly trapped. you’re wailing right into my hand from pleasure, your hot breaths and desperate whimpers smothered against my palm while my fingers work inside you, stretching you open until your thighs start violently trembling.

"that's it, take it all for me. I know you needed this” kissing your burning temple as I speed up "melt right into my hand my love. you’re doing so fucking good” your body shuddering into a heavy climax, your hips twitching against my hand while you muffle your screaming right into my palm, completely ruined in a bathroom full of strangers just on the other side of the wall. “good girl let it out, cum for me. you deserve it after I got you all worked up. consider this my apology”

[frenchvelvetkisses]

girls with oral fixations are genuinely the best because i just have to rub your lips with my thumb and it’s already enough to make you all wet and needy. like just standing right in front of each other, trapping you in place and watching your eyes glaze over when i trace your mouth. parting your lips to slide my fingers in. sucking and swirling your tongue around my fingers like the good girl you are. easily short circuiting your brain before i touch you anywhere else. i pull my wet fingers out, trailing them up, tapping my neck. whispering "kiss me right where my fingers are baby" and watching how eagerly you press your warm lips against my neck, leaving the most intoxicating bruises there. i let you worship me there for a bit before i put my hands on your shoulders and push you downward. "get on your knees for me” running my fingers through your hair as I guide you down. then tapping my sides “right here and don't stop until i tell you to" you drop, your hands gripping my hips and your breath hot against my skin. you trail slow wet kisses up my sides and all over my stomach, sending shivers down my spine. while you're down there, i step back just an inch to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning forward just enough to take off my shorts and toss them aside. i drape my legs right over your shoulders, holding your chin to tilt your face up. "kiss my thighs now. make them wet, all the way up" you do it without a hesitation. i just sit back on the mattress, press my palm against the top of your head to tangle my hands in your hair and guide your face where I’ve been needing you, directly between my legs. "go ahead baby. show me how good you can behave on your knees and don't look away from me while you do it” just letting you lose your mind pleasing me while i watch you from above.

[frenchvelvetkisses]

the absolute torture of holding you right on the edge. not letting you cum just yet. i know your body so well by now. i know the exact rhythm that gets you close and i love the precise second your breath shakes and your fingers dig into the sheets because you know you’re about to lose it. but in that very moment i’m pulling back. sliding my fingers out of you completely, leaving you empty and shivering while i just watch you…what a sight.

“patience princess. i didn't give you permission to come yet” you let out a desperate broken whine. your hips tilting off the mattress as you look up at me with glassy eyes. “please please, it hurts, i was right there. don't make me stop again" “shhh i told you to be quiet” you look so beautifully pathetic like this, your face desperate, your thighs trembling while you try to chase my hand. i'm leaning over you, resting my weight on your chest, my lips just barely brushing your ear while my thumb teases the very top of your clit. not pressing down, just tapping and teasing. letting you feel the agonizing friction of my breath against your skin. “you’re shaking so hard. do you want it that badly?" “yes... god, yes please”you sob, your hands reaching up to clutch my shoulders. “i want it so bad. mommy, please touch me properly”

"not until you learn to wait for me” i reach over for the toy. the sound of the vibrator filling the room. i watch your eyes go wide with pure dread and i chuckle. "did i say you could look away from me princess" "no mommy, please that's too much” your voice cracking as you stare at the toy. “i'm already too close” i press the cold plastic against your wet thigh first, making you jump before casually resting it just above your clit on the lowest setting. you’re already so close that the slight vibration makes your back arch completely off the bed. a tear finally spilling over your eyelid and tracking down your flushed cheek. i lean down, catching the wet drop with the tip of my tongue. tasting how overwhelmed i’ve made you. “look at you crying for me. you’re so weak for mommy aren't you?“ you sob openly, pressing your back into the sheets. “yes… yes i'm weak for you, I’m trying my best I swear. i'm sorry just don't take it away."

i slap your pussy, a sharp reminder of who is in charge. the wet sound of it echoing between your thighs. you let out a loud gasp, your hands tightening on my shoulders. “did I ask you to say sorry? don’t apologize pretty thing. you’re taking exactly what i give you. you’re doing so well baby, you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” “no I don’t… i'm sorry- i mean yes, i'll take it i promise” you whimpering, completely confused by the overstimulation. i click the toy to its highest setting. pressing it hard against you for a few seconds until you scream out my name, your whole body locking up and then i rip it away entirely.

you let out a panicked gasp as the vibration stops. your chest heaving. “no no, don't stop, please don't leave me like this” instead of giving you a break, i’m kissing my way down your body. dragging my lips over your trembling stomach, sinking my teeth lightly into your hip, until i’m right back between your legs. “i’m not leaving you anywhere baby” i whisper against your skin. i start teasing you with my tongue. tracing your swollen lips so slowly before suddenly going fast. lapping at your clit in aggressive strokes that make you moan. the overstimulation making you squirm. “mommy… fu- fuck mommy yes, right there” but the exact second your hips start to lift and lock i stop again. i sit back on my heels and watch you. you're crying so hard now, whined whimpers tearing from your throat and your body violently shivering from the whiplash.

"why do you keep stopping?" you say covering your face with your hands in frustration. "please, i'll do anything, i'll be so good for you. just let me cum please."

“did you think i was letting you off that easily? look at how much you're leaking for me, you pretty little mess” i don’t let you recover. i lean back down, my tongue burying into you again. going fast and hard from the very first touch. right in the middle of eating you out, while your hands are desperately clutching my hair, i look up at you. “do you want to cum baby? tell mommy how badly you need it. use your words” "please let me cum i need it so bad, you make me feel so good pl-“ you sob out, your head thrashing on the pillow “i'm begging you, mommy, let me cum for you please don't stop"

I don’t give you a clear answer. i go even faster with my tongue. in one heavy motion, i slide two fingers inside you. sliding in and out so easily. picking up a brutal pace. and you know this is the cue. you know the rhythm means you have my permission. but because i haven't actually said the words out loud, you’re completely terrified to let go.

“mommy? am i allowed?" you scream out, your body violently squirming under my weight, fighting your own climax. “can i cum? please tell me can I?”. waiting for me to say it. you’re frantically crying. terrified of disappointing me but unable to hold back the wave.

i keep my mouth clamped over your clit, holding back a laugh. purposely ignoring you and keeping my focus exactly where you want it. keeping my fingers moving fast and deep inside your tight soaking pussy. letting you suffer through the doubt for just a few more seconds. your mind is completely fried, caught between the rules and the sheer intensity of what i'm doing to you. but your body finally understands, the fact that i’m not stopping, the fact that mommy is driving you right through the edge, means you have to take it.

“please, i'm gonna cum, I can’t hold it i can't stop it. can i?” our fingers digging bruisingly into my shoulder.

"you've been such a good girl for me today, sweetheart. you deserve to cum, why wouldn’t I let you cum baby? of course you can” manipulation and sympathy filling my voice. i whisper the words against your slick skin. my fingers pressing down even harder. rubbing in those heavy circles i know you love so much. “cum for mommy baby. let it go, you don’t need to hold it, I didn’t ask you to hold it did I?” your brain so fried and confused at the sudden change in my mood as well as the absolute need to let go. I find it so amusing. my poor baby, so lost yet so obedient”

your voice completely cracks as you let out a high pitched sob. your eyes roll back into your head perfectly. your brain completely shuts off. your body violently clamping around my fingers as your orgasm tears through you. you're just drowning in the pleasure of it. completely fractured and sobbing my name into the empty room. melting around my hand and entirely mine.

[pr3ttypunisher]

need a sub that lets me think for them. lets me make every decision. what they wear. when they get touched. when they cum. not because they can’t think for themselves. but, because handing all of that over to someone they trust completely is the most relaxed they’ve ever felt in their life. no decisions. no overthinking. no anxiety about what comes next.

and the objectification isn’t me being cruel. it’s intimate. it’s being looked at so carefully and so thoroughly that you stop feeling like a person with responsibilities and a to do list and a hundred things you’re supposed to be on top of. and start feeling like something precious. something kept. something that exists purely to be touched and admired and used exactly how i want to use you.

[yourneighborhoodloverboy]

not to be too much of a sub top on main but god, i want to be whining into her neck while i try and fail to control my thrusts into her. i want to hear her laughing at how little time has passed, how pathetic i already am. i want to hear her breath catch as i speed up because no matter how hard she tries to remain unaffected, we can both feel the mess she's making.

i want to feel her fist tighten in my hair as she tells me to control myself, to behave or else she'll make me stop. i want to hear my own voice struggle to get the words out as i promise to be good. and, fuck, i want to beg to cum, desperate pleas slurred together, met with nothing but her shaking head. aww, i thought you said you’d be good, honey. what happened? huh? you poor thing. the only thing you’re good for is falling apart the second you're inside me.

[pr3ttypunisher]

bending you over my knee and pulling your underwear down slowly. running my hand over your ass. feeling you tense. waiting until you relax.

bringing my hand down hard on your bare skin. feeling you jolt forward. rubbing the sting in slow circles after.

again. harder. watching the color rise on your skin. feeling you grip my leg.

sliding my hand between your thighs from behind. fingers finding your pussy. pressing through your lips slowly. feeling how wet you already are. how slick. “you’re soaking.” pressing firmer. feeling you push back. “already so wet and i’ve barely started.”

two fingers pressing inside you from behind. slow. feeling your pussy stretch around them. feeling you clench immediately. curling them up. finding that spot. hearing you gasp into the mattress.

bringing my hand down hard on your ass while my fingers curl inside you. feeling your pussy clench tight around my fingers every single time my hand connects with your skin. “can you feel that?” doing it again. hand coming down. fingers curling simultaneously. feeling you get wetter around my fingers with every spank. “your pussy clenches every time. did you know that? gets wetter every time.”

you shaking your head against the mattress.

setting a rhythm now. hand coming down on your ass while my fingers press deep and curl. over and over. feeling your pussy get slicker with every pass. your arousal coating my fingers completely. feeling you start grinding back against my hand between spanks. hips moving. chasing my fingers.

“greedy.” bringing my hand down harder. feeling you gasp. fingers pressing deeper. spreading them slightly inside you. feeling you stretch around them. “taking my fingers and grinding back for more at the same time.”

adding my thumb to your clit. pressing directly against it. rubbing slow circles while my fingers keep working inside you. bringing my hand down on your ass again at the same time. feeling your pussy clench so hard around my fingers at the impact that you moan into the mattress.

“stay still.” bringing my hand down again. watching your skin flush darker. fingers curling hard against that spot. thumb pressing against your clit. “you can take it.”

you trying your best. hips grinding back against my hand regardless. your pussy so wet now it’s dripping down my fingers.

“look at this mess.” pulling my fingers back slightly. feeling your pussy clench around them trying to keep them inside. “grinding back on my fingers while i’m spanking you.” pressing them back in deep. “such a desperate little thing.”

bringing my hand down harder now. three times fast. fingers curling deep against your spot with every single one. thumb rubbing your clit fast and direct.

feeling your pussy tighten around my fingers. your thighs shaking. hips stuttering.

“cum.” fingers curling hard. hand coming down one final time.

your pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers. soaking my hand completely. moans muffled by the mattress by still louder than the last one. hips pressing back and staying there. shaking through every second of it.

rubbing your ass slow with my palm. fingers still inside you.

pressing a kiss to the small of your back.

“good girl.” pulling my fingers out slowly. “so so good.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

[fawnduu]

GET OUTSIDE!!

ENJOY NATURE!!

This month's postcard and stickers for mail club are Watch Dog themed.

I just spent last week in Port Angeles. One of my favorite towns next to one of my favorite national parks. I think Port Angeles should have an award for most breath taking view from a walmart parking lot.

[frenchvelvetkisses]

the way her entire posture just collapses the second i stop treating her like an equal and instead treat her like my property. out there, she has to be the smart one. the one everyone leans on. but the second we’re behind a closed door, i can feel her begging me to take all of it away.

i don’t degrade her to be cruel, i do it because she gets wet every time. i know she’s been holding her breath all day waiting for someone to finally tell her she’s nothing. the way she flushes when i pull her against me and whisper “look at you, sweetheart so tired of pretending you’re in control” trailing my hands down her spine, feeling the heavy tension of her day bleed out of her. reminding her that in this room, her only responsibility is to be small and quiet for me.

she relaxes the moment i strip away that ego and tell her she’s just a toy. stroking her hair while i’m dismantling her piece by piece. “it must be so exhausting” letting my thumb trace the pulse in her neck “having to think so much. why don’t you just give it all to me? the deadlines, the stress, all that loud mouthed confidence. it’s useless here” sliding my hand, finding her already wet and desperate. watching her eyes go vacant, light dying out until there’s nothing left. i love the way her breathing hitches when i tell her she’s pathetic for needing me to take over like this, how she arches into my touch even as i’m calling her a useless little mess.

fucking every last bit of that pride out of her. every thrust a reminder that her thoughts, her responsibilities don't mean a thing when she’s pinned beneath me. “there’s my good girl, no more thinking, no more decision making” watching her break, her fingers digging into me while i fuck the stress right out of her body, replacing her thoughts with nothing but the feeling of me filling her up. watching her pride, her dignity and her ego finally burn out and realizing that being my little object is the only thing she actually wants to be.

[pr3ttypunisher]

“poor baby.” tilting your chin up. making you look at me even though your eyes keep wanting to slide closed. “you don’t even know how wet you are right now, do you?”

you blinking. slow. trying to find my face. cheeks already pink.

“that’s okay.” sliding my hand between your legs. feeling you through your clothes. feeling exactly what i expected to find. “i know what’s happening to you.” pressing more. watching your whole body react before your brain catches up. “you’re soaked. have been for a while. just sitting here all warm and fuzzy and dripping and you didn’t even notice.”

you making a small embarrassed sound. trying to close your legs. my hand not letting you.

“shh.” not moving my hand yet. just holding the pressure there. feeling you try to grind against it despite yourself. “i noticed. i notice everything about you. especially when you’re like this.” leaning in close. mouth at your ear. “especially when you can’t.”

you blushing. knowing exactly what i mean.

sliding my hand inside. fingers finding you properly. feeling how wet you are. how warm.

“there she is.” pressing inside slow. feeling you clench immediately. your whole body recognizing what it needed before you did. “look at how well your body is responding, baby.” curling my fingers. watching your mouth fall open. “just exactly what you need.”

your hands finding my arm. gripping.

“i know.” not slowing. not stopping. thumb pressing against your clit. “i know it’s a lot. but you don’t have to think about it. that’s the whole point.” pressing deeper. feeling you clench harder. “you don’t have to think about anything right now. that’s my job. taking care of you is my job.” thumb starting to move. slow circles. “and i’m very good at my job.”

you whimpering. hips rolling. chasing my hand in these slow helpless circles. face going red because you can feel yourself doing it and you can’t stop.

“poor thing.” watching you. watching your face. “so easy right now.” curling my fingers. finding that spot. feeling you gasp. “this is what i mean when i say i know what’s best for you. because left to yourself right now you’d just sit here. wet and desperate and not even knowing why.” pressing deeper. “but i know. i always know.”

your grip on my arm tightening. a sound falling out of you that has no word in it.

“that’s it.” fingers working faster now. thumb circling steady. “just feel it. you don’t have to do anything except feel what i’m doing to you.” pressing a kiss to your face. your warm flushed cheek. “i’ve got everything else. i’ve got you. i always have you.”

your hips losing whatever rhythm they had. just grinding now. desperate.

“cum for me.” said right against your ear. fingers curling deep. thumb moving faster. “your body already knows how. you don’t have to do anything. just let go and let me take care of the rest.”

your whole body answering before your brain even registers it. clenching hard around my fingers. hips pressing forward and staying there. shaking.

working you through every second.

then pulling you in. your head against my chest. one hand stroking your hair. the other still resting warm against you.

“good girl.” pressing my lips to your hair. “i knew you needed that. i always know.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​