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What's the point of making out if it doesn't end with me pinning your head face first against my crotch and aggressively grinding on your face until you're drooling and needy and desprately begging me to fuck your mouth.
Ellen von Unwerth - Blue, New York, 1995, from Fashion: Photography of the Nineties by Camilla Nickerson and Neville Wakefield (1995)
Dispersion
Tee Corinne, from Intimacies (2001)
Not only was she fucked into oblivion, but morrowind and skyrim too
HÄlĆ
cautious, worried dom losing their dom-virginity in a steady process of asking "is this okay? is this really okay? you like when I do this? it's fine for me to say this?" incredulous and awe-struck, in disbelief that you want this, you really want this, you actually get off on it, until they hit the inflection point and feel the unmitigated power they have over you, feel your desire merge with theirs and finally understand... and they stop asking. they just start doing.
If she's an overthinker, make sure to overstimulate her so she can't think at all
âDwindleâ pencils on paper.
déjà vu : again and again and again
your legs trembling, your back arching, your breath stuttering between sobs
havenât we been here before ?
the way your body jerks, the way your hands push at me, the way you cry that itâs too much, too much, too much
but i donât stop
the way i drag you past your limit, the way i force you through another orgasm, and another, and another, until you canât tell where one ends and the next begins
itâs familiar, isnât it?
the way you whimper my name, the way you break, the way you swear you canât take any more
but you do
because weâve done this before, havenât we ?
again and again and again
"look into my eyes," he said.
they turned their head away, only to feel him lean closer, right into their ear.
"it's alright," he murmured. "you don't have to obey every suggestion i give you... you can keep looking over there, if you'd prefer... i'll still hypnotize you."
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