i’m ovulating so bad today and all i can think about is slow, deep, intimate sex in public…
the kind where he’s pressed so close against you, chest to chest, barely moving his hips but sinking so fucking deep with every thrust. it’s torturously good. your pussy is so wet that you can both hear the filthy little squelch every time he rolls his hips, and you have to bite your lip so hard to stay quiet.
both of you breathing shakily against each other’s mouths, trying not to moan, foreheads pressed together while you stare straight into each other’s eyes. that intense, unblinking eye contact that makes everything feel ten times filthier. every slow drag of his cock makes your thighs tremble, but you can’t look away. he won’t let you.
just heavy breathing, wet sounds, and that overwhelming feeling of being completely full and connected while the rest of the world is right there, oblivious.
