so i posted a series of gifs of me humping a pillow and someone asked if i was gonna post the video. there wasn’t much of a video so i made another video
contains: breeding, spanking, teasing, d/s dynamics, dubious consent (somnophilia that is not explicitly consented to beforehand), light spit kink? (mostly talk of drooling and licking it up), reader is referred to as possessing a “pussy,” “cunt,” “clit,” “tits,” and “breasts”
credits: the idea for this scenario was given by this anon! thank you so much for the scenario idea!
it’s a hot day, to say the least. the kind of heat that hangs in the air, heavy and humid, wrapping everyone in its midst in a summer haze, sweaty and drenched. it’s not a pleasant kind of summer heat, persay, but it is the kind that can lead to some pleasant results.
you decide to come by today, bored at home during this afternoon. by the time I reach the door, I’m already swallowing a lump in my throat at the sight of you. tight tank top, perched so low that I know that just a small tug down will leave your pretty tits exposed for me, if it weren’t for your bra. shorts on that keep riding up your ass, doing little for the imagination of the shape of your ass, looking so good as the material squeezes around it that all I want to do is grab a handful. you press a kiss to my lips and skip into the living room, immediately flopping onto the couch, chest rising up and down as you breathe heavily, complaining to me about the heat. I sit tentatively on the opposite seat, listening patiently and trying not to let my eyes follow how your chest moves up and down while you’re slouched.
you kick your legs up, going on your phone, and my eyes glance to your thighs. they’re so grabbable, just begging for my fingers to sink into and hold onto, so lovely and perfect in those tiny shorts. your legs rub together, and I can’t help but feel like I’m in complete reverence of how you look, fanning yourself and laying stretched out like the image of a painting, sweat sending you shimmering.
with a long groan, you shift up into a seated position, staring at me. I swallow a hard gulp, and when your eyes flicker to my throat, then raise back to me with a slight quirk of your mouth, I begin to grow nervous. “Are you comfortable with me undressing?”
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