New blog, same shadow.
41, calm voice, sharp mind
Name: says enough
Location: cold, rainy, fucked up
Blog: not made for the masses
18+ only or I’ll block you.
I see more than I say.
Ask, if you must. I don’t chase.
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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New blog, same shadow.
41, calm voice, sharp mind
Name: says enough
Location: cold, rainy, fucked up
Blog: not made for the masses
18+ only or I’ll block you.
I see more than I say.
Ask, if you must. I don’t chase.
Backup-Account
She loves being cradled like a small thing, then she wants me to fuck her hard until she surrenders and drips
They see the polished version. The pretty dress, the calm face, the soft arrogance of a woman who has been desired too often to be impressed by it. They see her and think she would never lower herself. I know better. I know the sound she makes when her pride breaks. I know how she looks with mascara down her cheeks, my cock in her throat, her body trembling because she wants to be used harder than she admits. She wants to taste my cum. She wants it messy. She wants it humiliating. Then, when her body is empty and her mind is quiet, she wants my hand in her hair and my chest under her cheek.
Some girls want roses on the table. Some want your hand around their throat and the humiliating truth whispered against their ear.
Not a kink. A different kind of closeness. Quiet trust. Still hands. A body that stops bracing because it knows the control will not turn cruel. Some people do not want to be taken apart. They want to stop guarding the pieces.
Too strong?
I want your consent clear before I make you feel like you have none. I want you nervous, exposed, restrained, and completely aware that every cruel little thing I do is happening because you trusted me enough to hand me the choice.
I’d take your panties, press them against me, and ruin them with every filthy thought you were too sweet to admit you wanted in my head.