Desert Mango @penningdesertmango - Tumblr Blog

I think I deserve sloppy head where I forget there's even a person beneath me because I feel too good, completely focused on rubbing my folds stupid on someone's tongue. Who cares if he needs to breathe? He can come up for air when I've squirted all over him 🤷‍♀️

discord-weeper

Men who moan and whimper loudly>>>>

They're like one of the sluttiest men out there with their voice begging and moaning uncontrollably.

slvttykit

making out with a pretty boy except i’m sitting in his lap so i can feel how hard he gets from us kissing.

printsofchaos

Pretty boys who moan directly into your mouth when you finally ease yourself onto them, and then beg you to wrap your fingers around their throat.

midnightstyle04

Fucking you like a toy and treating you like a princess after

starrfemme

you should prob spank me until i can’t think anymore. i’m sure that would solve whatever problem either of us is having.

neutralkink

The sex when they pin you down, gripping your throat just tight enough to remind you who you belong to, while they fuck you like they own your soul >>>

notelizabethbutmaybe2

Did you know that instead of doing the list of things you need to do that you can have orgasms alone in your room?

secret-subject

"Crawl to me" you chuckle. You're dead serious about that but the smile makes me question for a second. I tilt my head. You nod yours. "Crawl to me, NOW." More firm. More sure. More of a command than before. My mind leaps at the chance to grab onto it as I start lowering to my knees. I have such a grabby little brain and you love to make sure I know about it. Eyes widening in that look you know so well. The one you say makes me look just as pathetically weak and helpless as I feel in this moment. You're so close on that other couch across from mine, but it feels so much further then it actually is as I slowly and carefully start to crawl over to you. My knees scraping against the carpet slightly. My gaze never breaking yours as I study your expression. A proud smirk. A delighted dominant air that gives you such authority in this moment. You bested me and you know it, this is your victory lap.

Finally, I'm right there in front of you. Right at your feet. I reach my hands to place them on your knees but you drag them down to meet my own. "No. You don't have any control." You whisper. Silly me for trying to think on my own. I really shouldn't. After all we both know you know best for me right now. Grabbing my chin, you lift it up so I can look right into your eyes. My mouth goes limp, hanging open slightly. Drool starting to form at the sides. My eyes flutter slightly, trained exactly to know when you look at me like that, I don't need to think anymore. My brain automatically follows your lead and starts to shut down. Eyes so heavy, mind so slow. The gears halting to a stop as I fall into your spell. You feel the weight of my head in your hands. If you let it go you'd know I'd just crumble to the floor and you do think about it for a second. My eyes don't shut. They won't until you tell me to, so instead I'm left staring at you. A picture of blank, submissive bliss and you take it all in. You did this and that makes you so proud.