The idea of someone tapping their dick on my face not letting me suck it off is actually so hot, like just rubbing their dick on my face while I go cock drunk... Yeaaahhhh I like the sound of that.
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The idea of someone tapping their dick on my face not letting me suck it off is actually so hot, like just rubbing their dick on my face while I go cock drunk... Yeaaahhhh I like the sound of that.
the weed that makes you horny isn’t enough. i need the weed that makes your breasts swell and start to lactate.
telling a dom you can't cum anymore and they say "that's okay, i don't need you to cum" and continue rubbing your swollen clit while you whimper and writhe around 🥰
The dream:😍🥵
Someone should dream about me like this
when he’s deliberately asking you questions during sex that he knows you can’t answer, knowing you’re too fucked out, too lucid with pleasure…. always driving his cock even deeper every time you even try just because he likes to hear the way your voice breaks
when you’re feeling too lazy to put on your lotion so you jokingly ask him to do it thinking he’ll turn you down but he’s on you so fast you think you dreamed it. hands smoothing down your calves and taking extra good care of your knees and lifting your legs and bending them so he can get the backs of your thighs and
she deserves to be tenderly fingered till her mind becomes all fuzzy from the blissful pleasure
I like fucking you past the point where you can participate. There’s this moment where your hands stop gripping the sheets and just go slack and your voice drops from moaning to this low broken humming. Your eyes are open but you’re not behind them anymore. And I just keep going. Rocking into you while your body goes heavy and loose underneath me, your head tilting to the side, your mouth wet and slack against the pillow. Every thrust pushes you a little further away from consciousness. I can feel your pussy still reacting, still squeezing, still wet and warm and pulling me in, but you’re somewhere else entirely. Just this broken thing breathing underneath me while I use you. I cum in you while you’re fading and your hips roll up into me one last time. Muscle memory.
And then I pull out, clean you up, and tuck the covers around you.
You’ll wake up in the morning sore in places that make you blush. There’s a glass of water on the nightstand. And draped over the chair by the bed is what I’ve picked for you today. The skirt that’s just short enough. The collar you pretend is a choker when your coworkers ask. The underwear that’s barely there, or maybe no underwear at all, just a plug and the understanding that you’ll wear it until I tell you otherwise. Everything folded neatly. Everything chosen. Head to toe… from the heels to the shade of lipstick I want to see on you later.
And you put it on. Every piece. You put it on because waking up to a laid-out outfit means someone thought about you before you were conscious. Someone looked at you asleep and dripping with their cum and thought about what they wanted you to be today. Someone wanted you so specifically that they planned your entire surface down to the details.
Wanting to be wanted is the most universal feeling there is. And there’s no bigger proof of that want than someone reshaping you into exactly what they need. Choosing which version of you walks out the door. That kind of attention means you’re being thought about, whether you’re in their bed ready to be fucked or not. It means you exist in someone’s mind as a project they’re building with their own hands, and there’s no bigger compliment than that.
Now go get dressed and be the fuckdoll I’ve always wanted.
forced eye contact.... chin held between fingers and being told in a calm, but firm voice "dont look away" and "i want to watch your face as you fall apart for me".... oh my gosh....
No, yeah, keep talking to me about that one interest! Yeah, I know I'm fingering you, but you can still talk, yea? It's okay if you stutter, I'm listening! Mhm. Mhm? Oh, you're so cute when you're struggling... No no, keep going. I love listening to you... Everything you say! Even if you moan it. Yea, keep going... What happens next?
big and dominant but also gentle and patient with me
Doggy where you feel his hard grip on your hips as he's putting it in for the first time and you feel the stretch start to come and you hear him moan "oh you're so fucking wet baby" and it just keeps getting deeper and deeper and you can't even speak anymore
gna be gross n say big brother! frankie would hold your hand while you get a tattoo off of one of his scummy friends, but he'd still call you a pussy if you started crying because it hurt. but !!!!! he would also get hard from seeing you squirm around on the table,
so then he'd wait till he got you back in the car, all alone, so he could kiss you till you couldn't breathe and make you suck his fingers while he jerked himself off cause you did such a good job, and now your all grown up, soooo you can see what your big brother does when he gets himself off, and soon you're gonna learn how to help!
sigh. i want a dad bf. that ties my shoes and puts me to sleep. picks out my outfits. buys me toys and jewelry. drops me off and picks me up. makes me hold his hand when we cross the street. picks my nail color. gets possessive and protective if other boys wanna talk to me. cuts my food in little pieces. doesn’t make me talk if i don’t want to. enjoys my silence just as much as my noise
I think I was made for living in dad's bed and being his cute little pet girlfriend! I do whatever he tells me to not cause I gotta but cause I wanna, and we do everything together! we eat, we talk, we play games together, we even cook for each other! when he comes home, sometimes we shower together, but we always always spend time together once he gets settled because I miss him lots n lots when he's gone!
and then, when it's late, before bed, daddy n me hang out in bed together and he gives me lots of adult kisses. I love kiss time with daddy! I really love when daddy's kisses trail down my neck and press harder into my skin, and dad's breathing gets all shaky and weird. I'm not scared at all cause Daddy told me that just means he really really loves me lots!! he loves me so much that sometimes, dad says he can't hold back how much he loves me and he has to show me. that's always the most fun even if it is a little confusing and overwhelming at times
too bad I always wake up the next morning in his bed, still tired, a little sore, leaking something down there, and missing my dad. I was sleeping so good, and he couldn't bear to wake his kiddo up when I was sleeping so good.
I could live in Dad's bed forever though. Its warm and soft and where I belong, waiting for him to come back.