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𓏲ꪆ hi, i’m dove 🩰 | 19 ۶ৎ | wlw .☘︎ ݁˖ | southern gothic sweetheart ⋆˚࿔ | stoner girl ₊˚⊹ | she/her🗽
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neeed baran to be a lil mean to me . . .
need her to force my head between her thighs and make me lick at her puffy pussy till my tongue is sore. make me bury my tongue deep in her, pinch my nose shut as she holds me there. my head going all fuzzy from losing air, the feeling adding to the growing dampness between my legs. looking up at her with tears running down my cheeks and that makes her tighten her hold.
her finally letting up as i gasp for air, my face a mess of her juices and my drool. her smacking the side of my face, light but firm. grabbing my face with a hand, smushing my cheeks together to form a little pout as she scolds me for blubbering, drooling, making a mess of her couch. messy girl. im whimpering out my sorries and apologies, voice ragged, begging her to please forgive me and please touch me too, ive been waiting so long..
her wordlessly nudging her leg towards me. my face goes hot with shame at the implication, but she knows how low i can go just to get off. doesnt take much more convincing before im grinding on her heel, watching her rub herself to the frustrated tears building in my eyes from not getting the right angles. how i desperately move my hips, letting out a long moan when i finally feel my clit catch on her heel, sending shockwaves through my body as i try so very hard to maintain that position — needy for release. her “accidentally” moving her leg, making me cry out when i lose the stimulation again.
she’ll let me try again, and again, and again, only to help me stand so she can pull my panties back up. sitting me in her lap and wiping my tears away as more n more keep streaming down my face from almost getting what i wanted. keeping me nestled in her arms with a finger in my mouth till i fall asleep just like that, used and denied <3
ik hes real mean abt those inspections too.. talking abt some “shhh, shh sweet girl, let dad touch you” n b4 you can blink your panties are on the floor n ur face is shoved into ur pillow
EXACTLY
you guys just had a little movie night and it was time for bed, dex holding your hand up the stairs so he can put you to sleep. your are so drowsy tonight for some reason — more snappy at him as he sits down on your bed first and you are standing in front of him rubbing your eyes.
“daddy im tired i dont want to.. cant you do it tomorrow?” you whine, swaying back and forth as he holds your hand. your step dad only shakes his head with a small smile, “you know the drill princess, just let dad touch you for a bit yeah? be good.” dex corrects and the next thing you know you’re in his lap!!
your back to his chest and your panties on the floor beside you, holding in your whimpers as your step dad glosses his fingers around your pussy. spreading your sticky hole open with his middle and index finger and getting them all wet, then gliding the arousal all over your clit. you’re squirming in his grasp and breathing hard, feeling his other hand hold you by the throat gently so you don’t move.
“my pretty little pussy..” you’ll hear him murmur, claiming some morbid ownership over your cunt. you never knew exactly what it was he was checking for but you also knew not to question him. just babbling dumbly and trying to escape but dex makes you stay there, “shh sleepy girl I know, m’almost done.” :(
rated R for mature content, mdni.
Plug!Choso who you have a very simple relationship with. He gives you weed, you let him eat you out ‘til either of you pass out.
Plug!Choso who only ever stuffed his face in between your legs while he was high—his tongue a lot lazier than you imagined it’d be against you. Yet somehow, he never fails to make you squirt on it.
Plug!Choso who starts thinking you might be more addictive than the drugs he sells, unable to keep himself away from you at some point.
Plug!Choso who knows it’s dangerous to think that way when you both promised each other there’d be no feelings involved but, he just can’t help himself.
Plug!Choso who’s the most expressive guy you know. If there was ever such a thing as a chalant person living in a nonchalant body—it’d be him.
Plug!Choso who makes the sexiest expressions every time he has sex with you. The first time his plump tip starts sliding in, his jaw always falls open and his eyebrows begin to twist up.
Plug!Choso who fucks you real slow ‘n carefully like he’s afraid he’ll break you one day. You always end up moaning for him to be harder or rougher with you but he only ever does so much.
Plug!Choso who you fucked while he was sober one time and realized why it’s not often he’s rough with you during sex. Turns out the man is obsessed with making you squirt and stuffs you with everything he can while he’s not too high to think straight.
You squirt on his fingers first, then his tongue, then his cock—twice. All in the span of one long night where he decided not to smoke.
Plug!Choso who hates to see you talking to any other dealers out of fear you’ll start going to them instead of him.
Plug!Choso who fucks you like he hates you whenever that jealousy builds up too much, stuffing your face down into your pillows and forcing you to deepen the arch in your back. His cock would stretch you open less sloppy than normal, despite the weed flowing throughout his system.
this with plug!bullseye 😵💫
visiting fbi dex at work and fucking in the back of the car or supply closet 🧎🏽♀️
riding him within an inch of his life in the back of his car, pulling at the white collar of his shirt to bring him up so you can smash your lips on his and you take what you want, he happily lets you, forcing dex to swallow your moans so they dont come out too loud, he's fully dressed because he has to get back to work at any second and god, you can already tell all his coworkers are immediately gonna know what he was doing, with him all red faced and hair sticking to his forehead, he cant hide anything for shit and this is no exception, it all makes you want to ruin him all the more worse, kissing and biting at his lips until they're swollen, sucking bruises into his neck until he protests weakly "god stop, i- i need to show my face again in a second- please baby-"
giving this to dex,
he can carve his name in my thigh too or something,, </3
ꫂ᭪݁ night boy ★ sam winchester
♱ content warning smut !! mdni fem!reader dubious-ish consent very dom!sam yumyum established relationship unprotected sex small plot lowercase intended set somewhere between s1 - s5
♱ notation author was horny asf and wrote this at 2 am after dissapearing for 3 months so pls be nice lol. english isn't my first language and idc if there are any mistakes.
it was already way past midnight when the black chevy passed your city's entrance sign.
sam and dean had finished up with the endless hunt as the younger brother had called it and hit the road couple of hours ago. it wasn't supposed to take this long, "3 days max, i suppose" he told you on the phone, but it's been almost three weeks and sam is slowly going insane.
his bed has been cold. lonely. he has instinctively reached out for you in his sleep too many times. but now he's finally coming home to you and sam feels like he can properly breathe for the first time in forever.
tonight was one of the rare instances where sam was driving the whole way instead of the older brother. dean was out cold, snoring like a fucking bear, however sam was wide awake.
now if this was any other night, both of them would stay over at your place. you have a spare bedroom, where dean has slept dozens of times before.
but no. sam had left his brother at the nearest motel near your place, because tonight was one of those nights when sam felt a bit selfish. he needed you only to himself. alone.
the second dean closed the passenger side door after getting out of the car, sam hit the gas pedal like he was running from death.
your place wasn't too far. just 10 minutes away.
okay, that was too far for him now.
he lowers the window, letting the breeze hit his face in hopes of some relief for his overheating body, gripping his aching fingers on the steering wheel, dying to touch you.
he remembers your texts from last night again. he has been thinking about them since the second you sent them.
"i've never missed u this much before."
"fuck i'd let u do anything if u were here rn."
"i'm going crazy baby i miss ur dick so much."
sam is practically foaming at the mouth when he enters your driveway, tires screeching on the asphalt so loud he almost wakes up the whole neighborhood.
he gets out of the car quickly, reaching for his pocket as he's approaching the front door. he takes out the spare key you gave to him couple of months ago after his frequent night visits.
"you want me to be your night boy?" the memory hits him.
"night, morning, evening, whatever you want to call it" you had said with a fucked-out smile on your face.
sam closes the entrance door behind him, dropping his duffle bag on the floor and quickly taking off his shoes.
he almost sprints up the stairs, but when he reaches your bedroom door, his movements slow. he knows you're most definitely sleeping, he wouldn't ruin this moment by waking you.
so he quietly opens the door.
and there you are. tangled under the white sheets, the moonlight creeping in from the window illuminating your silhouette. you're facing the wall, but sam can immediately recognize his shirt covering you. he knows you always wear his clothes when sam is gone, it always smells like him too.
"it helps me sleep better" you told him once and sam carried that sentence in his heart ever since.
he approaches your bed with a few quiet steps, just enough to reveal your sleeping face and he curses under his breath. it takes everything in him to hold his composure, but he loves seeing you like this, all soft and relaxed and so beautiful.
his dick is literally throbbing and aching in his pants when he finally sits down on the bed behind you. he takes a second to take the sight in, before his shaky hand ghosts the silver of the skin that's not fully covered by the shirt. he trails his fingers down the soft sheet covering your hips and legs, slow and careful.
god, he can feel his restraint breaking each passing second.
he softly removes the linen from your figure, exposing your skin to the night breeze. but sam's hand freezes when he sees you dressed in only mini cotton shorts thats not doing a good job at covering your ass... at all.
if sam winchester had any kind of restraint or moral left, it's all gone by now.
the linen drops from his hand somewhere above your knees, then his hand rests on your hip. he can't help but dig his fingertips in your flesh. gosh he feels like a teenager.
only then do you stir, confused and a little alarmed by the feeling. you're supposed to be alone.
"it's me, baby" sam instantly reassures as he noticed your pretty eyes fluttering.
"sam?" you say, voice almost inaudible, "when did you get back?" you try turning on your back.
but sam immediately stops you, his free hand gripping your shoulder, pinning you on the bed.
"shh... don't move" he whispers, "stay just like this". his voice is calm, steady, however his fingers are betraying him, where they tremble on your hip.
"what are you doing?" you say in a hushed tone, but sam doesn't answer. not yet. his mind is too foggy and his hands are still busy trailing your soft skin.
"sam?"
"missed you" he finally mumbles like it's eating him alive, like it's the only thing he's feeling. well, except for lust.
his fingertips dig in your ass again, this time hard enough to let a small moan escape your parted lips and sam almost looses his mind. you can hear him inhale through gritted teeth, a hushed "fuck" leaving his breath.
"missed you too." you whisper.
"fuck i'd let u do anything if u were here rn."
would you?
"get on your stomach." he urges. his voice is quiet, almost casual, but you can feel the command in it.
"what-"
"on your stomach." he doesn't even let you finish your sentence.
you've never seen him act like this before. sure sam likes rough sex as much as he likes it soft and slow. he loves control, domination, loves having you under his mercy. but this time, it feels unusual. just his presence alone feels different. it's almost like possession.
and, jesus, it makes you so nervous but it sends heat right to your core.
you did as he said. on your stomach, your elbows on the bed. and somewhere along the rustling of the sheets, you heard his shirt and jeans hit the bedroom floor.
you can feel him move behind you, then his knees digging in the sheets near your thighs, trapping you under him. his movements are fast and your half-asleep mind can barely keep up with it.
his breaths are deep, shaky and god it makes your own breathing tremble.
his hands find your waist under the shirt and you shiver at his touch. it feels so possessive, like he's telling you "you're only mine" without ever needing to say it.
and you are. you are only his. it's like your body has only ever known sam, the way it reacts to his touch, his words. he can have you begging for him just under a minute.
"fuck, you're so beautiful like this." he says, as he trails his fingers on the soft skin of your waist, back, hips, everywhere he wants to touch and you let him.
sam closes the gap between your bodies, his chest resting on your clothed back and you can feel his erection perfectly on your ass. he's so hard, long and thick, you bet he's already leaking too. god, your mouth fills with saliva just from imagining it alone.
he mouths at the back of your neck, all teeth and tongue, leaving traces of saliva near your shoulder. you can feel his hot breaths near your ear and the whispered curses when his lips reached your neck, sucking on that sweet spot he knows makes you lose your mind
and you're so responsive to him, soft moans leaving your pretty lips, your fingers shaking, gripping the sheets. your back arches instinctively, his clothed dick fitting perfectly between your cheeks.
and suddenly, he stills. you've never felt him still this fast. his breaths grew more erratic, fast and hot. your pulse quickly elevated, your own movements freezing.
"sam?-" you softly called out but it was cut off by your own gasp. in a fast motion sam had grabbed both of your arms and pinned them to your lower back.
"you don't move a finger until i tell you to" he urges instantly, voice sharp, demanding, "don't make me order you." his tone gets even lower, laced with... threat?
whatever it was, it was for sure ruining your cotton shorts with arousal.
his other hand finds the back of your head, grabbing your hair in a tight, firm grip and raising your head from the pillows.
"do you understand?" he says as his lips reaches your ear, his hot breaths sending a shiver down your spine.
you can barely breathe, barely speak, your mind short-circuiting from just his voice alone. a small nod and a moaned out "yes" is all you can manage.
"good" he breathes out and you don't even have to look at his face to know he has that devilish smirk that drives you insane. his hand lets go of your hair, your face falling back in the pillows, moving from the back of your neck to your ass. there's a sharp inhale behind you before his fingers dig in your flesh once again.
"open your legs f'me" he says and just his tone alone makes you whimper.
you do ask he asks. spread your legs wider. and sam doesn't even waste a second to trail his hand between them. his fingers find your clothed core, that wet spot formed on your cotton shorts. you shiver at the contact, even with the fabric separating you, it makes sparks run through your body.
you turn your head to the side, your hair still covering your face. now your whimpers were not muffled by the pillow and sam is going to lose his mind.
"sam- please" your breathing is shaky, "i need you." you confessed.
yeah sam has definitely lost it.
his fingers quickly remove themselves from your clothed cunt, only to hook themselves in the waistband of the shorts, quickly discarding it on the floor. along with his boxers.
his hands are trembling when he reaches for his dick, aligning himself between your folds. "you missed me?" he whispers, his voice coming out shakier than he intended.
"i did."
"yeah? how much?" he says as he pushes himself fully inside you.
you almost scream out in surprise. he has always given you at least a second to prepare. but not tonight, jesus, he needed you so much.
"tell me how much you missed me." he whispers in your ear, his hand moving the hair out from your face, to get a good look on your expression. your pinched brows, your mouth shaped in a little o expression.
he starts moving. fast. deep. controlled.
"a lot, sam," you manage to cry out "every single night, i've thought about you."
"be more specific." he commands.
specific like how you spent almost every single night touching yourself to him. your fingers deep inside you, wishing they were his, because you can never go as deep as he can.
how you fantasized about his hips slamming inside you under the sheets, making you legs shake, like he always manages to do, several times in a row.
"i've touched myself thinking about you sam. so many times." you finally confess. and you hear him moan behind you.
"yeah? how did that work out for you?" he knows. he fucking knows. that you can never please yourself in a way sam does. it's like he knows your own body better than you do. what makes you moan, shiver, come.
"it didn't. i couldn't-" you choke on your words. god, he's so impossibly deep inside you, it makes your brain go dumb.
his hand finds your hair again, grabbing it in a tight grip, raising your face up. "you couldn't what, baby?" his breath is hot on your skin, his tone is soft, but his movements are far from that.
"i couldn't finish sam-" you finally confess. "i never can. without you."
a deep, guttural sound leaves his lips at that. his other hand moves to your shoulder, keeping you pinned to the mattress, your hair not leaving his tight, painful grip.
his speed increases, and so do your moans. your hands fly to desperately claw at the sheets, pillows, anything, as his dick is repeatedly hitting that spongey spot inside you.
"you wanted me like this, baby?" he hisses "you missed me fuckin' you like this, huh?"
the bed is starting to creak beneath you and you feel yourself tightening around him, your gummy walls almost swallowing his dick. a moaned out "yeah" is all you can manage.
"so take it- fuckin' take it."
your orgasm hits you instantly. your hands still gripping the sheets, legs shaky, eyes closed shut. you're tightening around him and, god, sam can't hold back any longer.
two more thrusts and he spills inside you. hot, deep, loud with his moans.
sam's grip eases up instantly, his heavy body collapsing on top of you.
he's breathing so hard and you can barely manage to take a breath yourself. you're so close to passing out.
after giving both of you a second to recover, he slowly pulls out. his hands find your back again. this time much more gentle. soft.
you feel his lips on your neck, planting loving kisses along your jawline.
sam moves to lay next to you, taking a second to admire your half asleep, fucked-out face. still, you look like the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.
his fingers reach for your face, tucking the stray hairs behind your ear. your flutter your eyes open to take a look at him. he looks so beautiful. rosy cheeks, puppy eyes, a small smile at the corner of his lips. like he didn't just fuck your brains out 2 minutes ago.
"you still with me?" he whispers, as his thumb caresses your cheek.
you simply just nod. talking, moving your limbs feels like too much work.
"worth the wait?" he asks with a small chuckle and you would hit him on his chest if you had the energy. which you don't. so you just smile and mumble out a "mhm."
it's enough for him anyway.
more notes yea i just realized that the smut part didn't really live up to my expectations but whatever maybe i was too horny or tired to function
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dex watching you sleep and muttering "i'm sorry" , moving the hair out of your face and tucking the blanket up to your chin . 😂 it hurts😂😂 so bad
FINITE — BENJAMIN POINDEXTER.
SUMMARY if you love something, you let it go.
NOTES ok i got carried away i’m in my bag today. also i love your work this feels like a celebrity interaction????
WARNINGS angst, brief smut, kinda creepy!dex, sad ending
Dex knew it was finite. His fixer-upper apartment with the far-too-energetic neighbour opposite him, who had bullied her way into his life. Despite him trying— and failing, at keeping you at arms length. It grew impossible to do when you would flash a toothy grin and make him feel like he was doing more than just existing.
He's at your window — B.P.
Paring: Benjamin Poindexter x fem!reader
Summary: Dex becomes obsessed with one of the waitresses at his local diner. (3.5k)
Tags/warnings: smut (mdni), dry humping, oral (f!receiving), face riding, cumming untouched, pathetic dex, mentions of violence, mentions of murder, stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior, reader is morally grey and kind of a freak (affectionately)
A/N: First time writing for Dex!!! Heavily inspired by the song "She" by Tyler, The Creator and Frank Ocean. English is not my first language and this was not proofread. Enjoy!
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A routine, that's all you craved for when you skipped town a couple of months ago. That's what you try to remind yourself as another day, identical to the previous, begins.
You wake up tangled in your cheep sheets, glistening with sweat as the first rays of sunshine filter through your open window.
You paddle to the small kitchen of your new home, the floorboards creaking under your bare feet, and make yourself a cup of coffee. Then, you start to get ready for another shift at the diner.
oooh dont mind silly me just rolling a joint and pondering the thought of dex waking up from a wet dream and not wanting to wake his north star up so he tries jerking off, which leads to no where but more frustrated and leaking pre cum like crazy. then he tries humping the bed which always seems to do the trick whenever he’s on his stomach sucking your clit like he’s attempting to unclog a pen and that only succeeded in dirtying the sheets :(
nearly dropped my joint at the sudden thought of dex slipping his hard wet cock between your thighs, biting on his fingers to keep his noises from waking you. but you’ve been awake since before him when his hips first started shaking the bed while grinding into your ass
maaaaayyyybbbeee i’ll write this later but if someone else wants it👀………
dex with stoner!reader yes please
Matt fucking you because he's jealous that you've been fucking dex.
He starts another argument with you about being with dex, how he's unsafe, and unstable. But as the argument progresses, it becomes more and more apparent that Matt is just pissed dex has gotten to fuck you first (or maybe you guys gave a past idk).
Anyways, it turns into steamy angry sex, with Matt trying to prove he can fuck you better that dex.
But part way through, Matt falters in his thrusts, head tilting to the side before he starts to laugh and resume his pave. "He's watching you know? I can hear him rubbing his dick from across the street." And it just turns you on more.
And then, Matt picks you up and brings you to the window. "Might as well give him the full show, yeah?"
[ 18+ // MDNI ⓘ dubcon, masturbation, stalking, porn watching, dacryphilia ]
thinking about virgin!dex who always treated sex like a basic bodily function. he jerks off like he eats, drinks or takes a piss. it’s solitary, mechanical. it’s just a need that he has to take care of.
virgin!dex who watches porn but who always comes back to one of the first videos he discovered—some amateur stuff, badly filmed, badly acted.
“FreeUseFantasy.Home.Invasion.480p.mp4” by h0rnyl0vers141.
he likes that the guy is fully clothed; ski mask, green army t-shirt, black tact pants. the girl knows how to moan, how to cry. dex knows it by heart, can play it in his head if he closes his eyes. same food, same routine, same porn every day. repetition comforts him.
or at least this is how it was before meeting you.
thinking about ballerina!reader x boxer!whitaker…
warnings: smut, piv, pussy eating, squirting, small depictions of violence, slight pervy!whitaker, sports au!
a/n: saw one tiktok about how ballet and boxing are “sister sports” so i had to indulge.
boxer!whitaker who can’t help but want to reach out and touch you. you’re so soft and sweet he just wants to have his way with you forever.
boxer!whitaker who eats you out with bruises all over his face and multiple missing teeth and it’s the best head you’ve ever had.
boxer!whitaker who leaves the ring with a black eye and chugs two five hour energies to attend your dance recital.
boxer!whitaker who helps you paint your nails and will even let you paint his too. (he loves when you leave long scratches on his back so he can show them off the next day during training.)
boxer!whitaker who rewards you after your performance. “you did so great up there..my sweet girl..” he’ll whisper into your neck as your legs are wrapped around his hips and his big cock is thrusting in and out of your sweet pussy.
boxer!whitaker who loves to make you squirt. it’s like his superpower, he’s the only one to ever coax it out of you.
boxer!whitaker who loses a fight and takes his frustration out on you. the headboard is shaking with each thrust, your breathing is erratic and your eyes are rolling back into your head. and him? he’s lost in it too. his brows are furrowed, a light layer of sweat covering his pale skin. and he’s making you cum 5 times before he finally pumps his hot load into your soft cunny.
boxer!whitaker who plays with your clit over your panties for 10 minutes at the least before he finally takes them off. foreplay is very important to him and he likes to make your lacey underwear all messy and wet for him. (definitely not so he can retrieve them later for his spank bank) it drives him insane.
boxer!whitaker who loves to kiss you. your lips are so soft and warm compared to his. and he loves to shove his tongue down your throat to taste your spit.
boxer!whitaker who is surprisingly very touchy. whether you’re holding hands during sex or in a large public crowd, or spooning during bedtime. he always needs to be touching you. he aches for it.
eughhhhh boxer!whitaker i love you so much.
chat i literally loved this au why is it not a banger
Licking on dex scar during missionary… that alone will drive him crazy. he’d get sloppy afterwards mumbling and cursing bcs you could do anything to taunt him; he has the patience for it all but licking the scar??? wheww that’d do it….
WHEWWW
and at first he would be thrusting into you slowly and lovingly, his cock sinking into your tummy and drawing little gasps from you. your quivering legs just closing in on his waist every time he draws back and pushes his length into your cunt. and with how tender dex is being it makes you so needy that you just want to kiss him :(( making grabby hands at him until he smiles and lowers his head down for you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. “needy girl..” he’ll mumble, knowing he totally loves it when you get like this.
you’re just pecking at his lips and his neck, whines of dex.. and feels s’good.., sweetly leaving your lips after every smooch. you’ve pulled him so close that your cheeks are pressed together and you could hear his breaths in your ear, hard panting and strained groans every so often. and you really weren’t thinking when you did it, your lips were already kissing at his cheekbones when you decided to lick a long stripe against his scar. tongue gliding over the damaged skin with a pant as you hold him close to you, tasting the sweat of darkened scar. and dex just stills in his movements, his cock still snug in between your legs as he takes in how fucking hot that was.
you hear dex groan out a rough, “fuck..”, his hands moving from holding behind your head to gripping at your hips, sloppily pounding into your cunt with need. and he hits right at your g-spot extracting a sob from your throat, instinctively hiding into dexs shoulder. “hey, stop that. keep doing what you were doing sweetheart.. for me yeah?” dex urges, taking one of his hands from your hips and pulling your head from his neck. with tears running down your face you start to lap at dexs face again, and you give him little kitten licks at his scar with a whimper.
his mouth curls into a grin and he bites his lip, eyes shut in pleasure as his hips rock into you harshly. “atta girl just like that..” you hear, feeling your core tighten up with an intense orgasm creeping up on you.
you can barely keep up steady licks on dexs cheek, only managing a slick stripe on his skin every moment from how much he’s rocking you back and forth on the bed. and his thrusts stutter when you clench around his length, tightly squeezing around him while you cum, his cock having to pry itself from your sopping folds. dex is mumbling curses in your ear and you know he’s about to cum himself, cos he gets all sloppy and hazy, cock pulsing with the need to paint your walls. dex plunges his load in your hole with lowly moan — you’re hiding in his shoulder again, and his face is all messy with spit because of you!
a duo i just made up (because i need them to take turns railing me)
both have big lovely breasts
a duo i just made up (because i need them to take turns railing me)
