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ogyearner

eye contact while she's going down on me..

naught-skull

cnc kink 🤝 praise kink

"stop stop it's too much" 🤝 "shhh it's ok you feel so good. you're being so good for me"

"please I can't take it please" 🤝 "you can. you were made for this, made for me. you're so perfect"

theforestnymphblog

im so confused i dunno a single thing about myself

pintmother

herserene

you’re meant to touch your mommy’s ass. you’re supposed to be grabby with your mommy. it’s what being her little girl is for of course! mommy gets adored and little girl gets to put her hands where they don’t belong.

babyydolllyyy

"whats your love language?"

errmmmm...biting?

clleanlliness

some of y'all weren't suicidal at 12 and it shows

cupcakesprinklesxox

i’m pissed off, someone come hit me and fuck me raw

she-drives-me-feral

Your nails sink into my shoulders first, then rake downward in one long, deliberate drag. The sharp sting blooms across my skin, making my hips jerk forward hard and bury the thick strap-on deeper inside you. I groan against your neck, my pace stuttering as the pain shoots straight between my legs and makes my clit throb against the base of the harness.

"Fuuuck–my baby girl’s got claws," I breathe, grinding the toy into you in short, brutal thrusts. Each time you drag your nails lower, fresh lines of fire open up along my back. My muscles twitch under your hands, but I don’t pull away. I push into the sensation, fucking you deeper, the wet sound of your pussy taking every inch filling the room.

I feel you clench around the strap-on when I angle my hips just right, and your nails bite in again, slower this time, carving fresh trails down my spine. The sting makes my breath catch. My back arches, pushing my chest against yours, nipples dragging over your skin as I keep driving into you.

"Mmmm good girl,” pant, voice rough. "Mark me while I fuck you." My hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider so I can sink in to the hilt with every stroke. The harness rubs my swollen clit with each thrust, and every scratch you leave only makes me wetter, needier.

You drag your nails again, slower, deeper, and I shudder, hips snapping forward harder. The pain melts into heat that pools low in my belly, and I fuck you through it, relentless, chasing the edge while your marks bloom hot across my back.