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princessswaggot

Y are Women too scared to talk to younger girls 😒 dontttt beeeeee plssss

lttlgrlwf

I want an older woman to take control. I want her to guide me and tell me what to do

I can't stand adulthood

freakykittyy

Need bigger plushies, it's too hard to hump small ones, and I'm sick of using my pillow.

kissmebeforecourt

softsapphiclove

“Come on baby, one more for me,” I coo my fingers buried deep inside you, curling, twisting, thrusting. My thumb pressing against your over sensitive clit.

“I- mommy. I can’t-“ you whine. Your legs spread wide, trembling, squirming uncontrollably. “It’s too much.” Whimpering as you clench and squeeze my fingers inside you.

“You can and you will. Now.”

Your whimpers and whines fall away to a single gasp, your back coming off the bed in a perfect arch, then a long moan as your body jerks and you spill all over my fingers.

“There baby.” I whisper pulling you into my arms. “I knew you could do it for me. I’m so proud of you.” A gentle kiss against the tear escaping the corner of your eye.

“My good girl.”

softsapphiclove

We’re cooking dinner together when I notice you bent over the kitchen counter, subtly wiggling your ass in my direction.

“What exactly are you doing, baby?” I ask leaning back against the opposite counter, crossing my arms. My eyes lingering on the soft roundness of your ass in those little shorts.

“Nothing,” you say innocently over your shoulder.

“Uh huh,” I nod, amused. “Because it looks like someone is begging to be spanked.”

“No, mommy.” You say sweetly, our eyes meeting over your shoulder. Your smile is cheeky and mine is fond. I raise an eyebrow at you when wiggle your ass side to side again.

“You’re sure about that?” I ask, stepping closer, pressing my hips into your ass, leaning in to cover your back completely. “You’re not wiggling this pretty ass around to tease me darling?” Your breath hitches when I thrust forward, pressing you hard into the edge of the counter. I have to bite back my own gasp at the friction of your ass against me.

I curl an arm around you, fingers trailing up your chest slowly until they reach your throat. Wrapping around it until I can feel your pulse thundering against my fingers. I press my thumb and forefinger in, applying a gentle pressure and guiding your head back against my shoulder.

“I bet you’re all wet for me already, aren’t you?” I whisper against your cheek. “Let’s find out just how wet my needy little girl is.”

One hand stays wrapped around your throat and the other slips down your stomach, teasingly slow as you tremble against me. My fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts and panties. It’s obscene how quickly my fingers get coated in your wetness.

“Needy girl.” I chuckle into your shoulder, fingers toying with your swollen clit.

anotherprettyfemme

crawling into your lap while you work. pressing needy open mouthed kisses down your neck, my body rocking against yours..searching for friction.

“need you,” i whine, nipping at your earlobe with a teasing smirk on my lips. humming softly when i feel your hand trail down, squeezing my ass.

“i’m working baby,” you try, but you’re already focused on me. the computer forgotten in lieu of the way i’m straddling your lap with my arms lazily around your neck.

i hum, nudging my nose against your neck, already feeling the way your hand slips up my shirt, tracing the lacy bra i’m wearing.

your fingers unclasp the back in one swift motion giving you access and i feel the way you roll my nipple, hardening immediately under your touch. one more beat and you're tugging my shirt over my head, your mouth wrapping around it and i whimper, feeling the way your tongue swirls around, biting softly while your other hand makes its way down.

"oh baby, you're already so wet for me aren't you?" i hear you say, your fingers sliding over my panties and i whine, nodding. i’m wearing that skirt you like, the one thats just a little too short. rocking my hips against your finger, and you stop for a moment, eyeing me.

"get on your knees, i want you to do something for me." you smirk and the thought alone makes me shiver. but, i oblige, and soon i'm kneeling..sitting on my heels half under your desk. your computer still open Infront of you on some spreadsheet that suddenly doesn't seem so important.

without another word, you push your foot out, just a fraction. you're wearing those boots i love, i blink..once, twice, almost owlishly. slow. like i’m processing. then you see that pretty flush creep up my cheeks, staining them pink all the way to the tips of my ears.

"you want me to-" i start sheepishly. you shrug, "if you can't wait for me to finish work..you can get yourself off against my boot baby. how badly do you need it?" you raise a brow and i swallow, badly.

i chew on my bottom lip for a moment, already rocking back and forth on my heel.

"uh uh, this..or nothing." you command gently, noticing the repetitive motion and my cheeks burn again.

almost tentatively i find myself straddling your boot, breathing out a soft moan at the contact. smooth, steady, already rolling my hips almost unconsciously..eyes fluttering closed.

"good girl" you praise, and i whimper. the movements quickly becoming more erratic, needy. my cheek laying against your knee, i hear you typing for a moment before the chair shifts and when i blink up..you're leaned back, hands behind your head..watching me. eyes dark and pupils blown.

"mommy, mommy mommy..i'm g-gonna, can i-?" i whine, can't even form a single thought..poor thing. but you don't answer at first, just enjoying the show. and i'm too lost in my thoughts to care about how pathetic i look rutting against your boot.

eventually, you tilt my face up by my chin. the toe of your boot moving just barely, enough to make a breathy gasp escape my lips.

"yeah baby, cum for mommy..just like this, you can do it" you smirk and i nod. a few more frantic movements and i’m biting down on your thigh, whimpering out messy thank yous, your boot slick with my cum.

and i blink up, eyes lidded and sleepy, lips cherry red and a new bite mark on your thigh. my chest heaving as my breath slows.

"thank you mommy," i whisper and your head tilts, an almost fond smile on your lips.

"you're welcome baby, you looked so pretty rutting against me like that,” you hummed approvingly and i shivered. cheeks flushed under my freckles, "pathetic..but pretty" you teased and i whined.

but we both knew i'd be getting myself off that way much more often.