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loooove doing it with clothes on

POV it's your turn to host game night with all your boys so they come around to our place and you get the TV on whilst i get beers for all your friends before everyone gets between tipsy-drunk on their beverage

we start with drunk jenga where i lose and the best punishment that all your male friends can come up with in their drunken fervour is to each spank my ass once

my thighs are clenched tight around pussy which begins pulsing with ancticipation as I'm bent over onto your lap with my ass in the air, recieving a slap from each of your mates that gets more confident by member - the last on going as far as to lift my skirt and expose the thin lacy thong that doesn't cover much, as his hand leaves a red print over my delicate skin

then the next game is snakes and ladders - but instead of choosing to fall down the snake - it's decided that the men can get their cocks out, and I can take off an item of clothing for each time i land on a snake.

it feels almost suspicious how every dice roll seems to lead me to a snake - and how by the end of a short, fifteen minute game, the men end it early, just when i take off my skirt and wear nothing but my lacy bra and sheer panties...

and they move onto twister.

but in this version of twister, they decide that I am the subject - the only one to play... And someone spins for me for each turn, and then have a minute to fuck me in x position to try and make me cum.

I wanted to protest and look to you to tell them no, but the rowdy, drunken men put the mat out and had made the decision before i could protest - spinning the hand so that it was "left hand on red"

I got onto my knees to put my hand there - not wanting to bend over and leave my posterior vulnerable to the men that had no regard for how i felt about the crude game, yet as my knees hit the floor and hand attached onto the mat, I heard metal clinking for just a moment before there was a cock pressed into my behind, penetrating my hole and making a gasp exit my throat as someone pushed their cock into my pussy, slipping in all too easily and snapping their hips against mine rabidly

"so fucken wet, such a good pussy - you hearin' that?"

my cheeks were red with shame that despite my lack of want to be in this situation, my pussy was dripping with slick, wet with subconsious want to be fucked by all these men, in front of all these men.

"that's time. next spin... left foot on blue."

They each fucked me. one by one as i moved my body into different positions and had they come between my legs whilst i cried at the force they hammered themselves into me, simply using me as a vessel to chase their own pleasure.

i didn't cum, but they did - many of them did - shooting them cum into me and laughing as it dribbled back out of my pussy.

they guffawed and took great pleasure when i had to split my legs open from one side of the mat to the other and a fat glob of hot white cum spilled from my pussy and onto the mat, my cheeks burning red as i felt my pussy throbbing at how much i enjoyed the humiliation.

round after round - some chose to use fingers instead, not wanting to get their cocks leaked on my other men's seed - some used a vibrator instead, pressing the vibrating head against my clit and watching as my body shook with overstimulated pleasure, my pussy clenching and opening sporadically and making more cum gush from the creamy white hole, showing what a mess you'd made of my body

at the end of the night when the men zip their pants up and leave, you turn to me and ask whether we could host games night again sometime

despite how broken my body is and how tears stain my cheeks from how much i cried...

i cant help but nod that yes i want that to happen again.

#sexy words

its-where-the-wild-things-are

#wine

dollspaced-archive

sometimes, “doll” like partner, giggling and blushing and holding your hand.

sometimes, “doll” like comfort object, brought everywhere and snuggled with every night.

sometimes, “doll” like plaything, teasing and moving and using to see how many fun noises it can make.

sometimes, “doll” like collectible, dressed-up and kept pristine and still on a shelf.

sometimes, “doll” like servant, fulfilling your every need with no regard for my own desires.

sometimes, “doll” like sex toy, just a body for you to throw around and use how you like.

but always “doll”.

#grinding #panties #hentai

pics-by-indulgence

The sugar scrub I use is edible! 🧼🫧💕

#intrigued-by-indulgence #shower #boobs

honeyyyandheartbreak

Sunday morning coffee & reading 🖤✨

#honeyyyandheartbreak #coffee

spartancoffeesblog

#coffee #also following the imagery evoked by my previous reblog

madison--ava--jones

embarrassed-by-indulgence

You’d been stressed— I could tell. Your brow was furrowed more often than not, your replies short. Not an annoyance with me, I know, but rather with your own exhaustion and low capacity for the interaction we ordinarily share. You came to bed late and got up early, all in the name of finishing up important things for a job that becomes demanding in waves. I wanted to help… I wanted to see your eyes light up again— to watch your anxiety melt away. And it just so happens that I’d been needing some help as well… maybe I could kill two birds with one stone.

I got up when it was still dark— before your obscenely early alarm. Slipping soundlessly from between the sheets, I padded gently across the carpet to the bedroom door, pausing to shimmy my panties down to my ankles and step out of them with one foot. I used the other to lift the panties up until I could grab them and left them hanging on the knob of the bedroom door, which I gently clicked shut behind me— I needed you to use the handle to open the door. How else would you know that I had woken up soaking wet for you?

I rounded the corner to the kitchen, turning on a low light to start the coffee maker. As the warm aroma filled the room, I leaned over the counter, distracted by the cool air that I occasionally felt moving over my exposed lips… Both sets, I suppose, but only one of the two was glistening with moisture in anticipation of the perfect execution of my surprise which would, hopefully, put you in better spirits… even if only for a short while. I heard the chirp of your alarm from the bedroom, and hurriedly filled your mug before turning off the light and hopping up onto the countertop. I felt in the dark for the mug, and placed it directly between my parted legs, the heat it radiated nearly matching my own— and from roughly the same location too…

I sat with bated breath, leaning back onto one hand and listening intently for your movements… for a moment I thought you had hit the snooze, but my heart sped up in my chest as I heard the knob turn on the bedroom door. Eyes wide in the dark, I could almost hear— and could certainly imagine— your sleepy confusion at finding my panties dangling from the handle. My eyes widened with your shuffling footsteps drawing nearer and nearer to the kitchen, and I did my best to put on a seductive face…

The room flooded with light as you flipped the switch, and I smirked as your bleary eyes— still not entirely awake— blinked at me from across the space between us. My wet panties were in your hand, and it took you several moments before you realized what you were looking at… the panties hit the floor at the same time as your jaw as your brain caught up and took in the sight before you. Me, legs spread on the counter with only a steaming coffee mug protecting my modesty, my nipples hard and visible through my skimpy tank top, hair cascading around my shoulders. I watched the fire slowly ignite in your eyes as sleepy confusion became awareness, then surprise… then lust. Your gaze, wandering all over my body, stopped finally when you met mine, and I spoke.

“Good morning, handsome,” I purred. “Made you breakfast. Thought I’d help you start your day right.”

Your stare lingered briefly on the coffee cup before snapping back up to my smiling face; I could tell you were barely suppressing a growl. I wished you wouldn’t… I love the sounds you make when you just have to have me.

“Baby… how thoughtful,” you hummed appreciatively, eyeing me like I was the meal— which, of course, was my exact intention. But I wanted to play coy.

“Didn’t have time for anything special,” I shrugged, smiling and subtly pushing my breasts together, “just coffee.”

You closed the space between us so rapidly that it startled me— I hadn’t realized how quickly you had woken up… maybe because I had been too busy eyeing your rapidly hardening cock beneath your boxers. Before I knew it, you were right in front of me, deftly moving the coffee cup from between my legs and placing it behind me, your arms encircling my torso.

“Reeeally,” you breathed from centimeters away as my eyes blinked up at you, your fingers tracing patterns on the naked small of my back. “You don’t think your pussy is special?”

“I—I,” my words caught in my throat as I searched for seductive words and failed to find them. “I— well, I was…”

“Shhhh…” you whispered against my parted lips as one hand snaked up the back of my tank top and the other gripped a handful of my ass. I gasped as the hand winding upward clasped the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. My hot hands quickly found your body as well as I dropped my coquettish seductress facade in my thirst for you. I barely bit back a moan as you began to sink lower, not breaking eye contact for a second and grinning hungrily up at me.

As you planted gentle kisses— and some not so gentle nips— on the insides of my thighs, I wound one hand into your hair and leaned back on the other, whimpering and barely managing to choke out, “we’ve got to be quick— don’t want to make you late.”

“Don’t be silly, baby,” you whispered against my pussy, making me convulse and drop from my hand to my elbow with a whine, “breakfast is the most important meal of the day… This is what sick days are for.”

#sexy words #coffee