[slutla]

𝓘𝐒𝐀 ! ּ  18. ּ  any pronouns. ּ  armenian + lebanese.

multifandom. ּ  nsfw & dark content. ּ  opinionated.

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[slutla]

warnings. mdni. fem reader. cowgirl (except ur lazy to do the work so gojo has to guide u down himself) unproofread :/

You loathe physical labor in all its forms. It makes no difference if it's the work that sustains the world and society or the private exertion of pleasing yourself and your boyfriend. The moment you’re expected to take charge, you lose interest—mainly because you don't possess the stamina to stay on top.

Your inner thighs are soaked. Slick with shiny arousal and already cramping. Your muscles are shuddering under the strain of pinning him down, and your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. Beneath you, Gojo’s got white hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. He’s looking up at you with eyes that’d probably drop shards of crystal’s if ever brought to tears.

“Ok, I can’t.” You huff, deciding your spent and slumping forward until your forehead hits his bare chest. He’s still buried deep inside you, the thick head of his cock almost kissing your cervix. You feel for him, you really do, but the energy tank is empty. You don't have it in you to keep bouncing.

His fingers trail down your spine, tracing the vertebrae before digging into your ass. He lets out a whiny groan. “C’monnn, baby, giving up so soon? You did like barely five minutes of work. Don't leave me hanging.”

"Shut up," you breathe, burying your face in the crook of his neck. The scent of him swarms your every sense. "I’m too tired. My thighs burn when I go up ‘n down like that. You do it.”

“Awee, my sweet sweet baby can’t do it herself?” He coos. Mock pity dripping from every syllable. Stupid prick. “Need me to fuck her good? Help you grind that pretty pussy against my dick? Hm?”

He shifts. Slides his weight up against the headboard, spine going straight and large hands locking onto your hips like iron clamps. He doesn’t move, instead he stares down at you, eyes wide and tracking every twitch of your face with a knowing, tilted smile. You refuse to meet his eyes, mortified by the way he so crudely puts it and increasingly irritated that, despite your complaints, he still hasn’t done anything about it.

"Satoru, seriously. Shut up and just—"

"Just what?"

He drives upward. Crushing your hips down flat against his pelvis—an agonizingly deep press that buries him into you even further (if possible.) The invasion coaxes a gasp straight out of your throat.

He’s locked, amused by the way your pussy is gripping so tightly around him all while your supposed lack of energy. "Gotta ask me real nicely. Tell me you need me to do all the work and maybe I’ll do it. I like hearing it, y’know?”

[slutla]

warnings. mdni. fem reader. cowgirl (except ur lazy to do the work so gojo has to guide u down himself) unproofread :/

You loathe physical labor in all its forms. It makes no difference if it's the work that sustains the world and society or the private exertion of pleasing yourself and your boyfriend. The moment you’re expected to take charge, you lose interest—mainly because you don't possess the stamina to stay on top.

Your inner thighs are soaked. Slick with shiny arousal and already cramping. Your muscles are shuddering under the strain of pinning him down, and your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. Beneath you, Gojo’s got white hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. He’s looking up at you with eyes that’d probably drop shards of crystal’s if ever brought to tears.

“Ok, I can’t.” You huff, deciding your spent and slumping forward until your forehead hits his bare chest. He’s still buried deep inside you, the thick head of his cock almost kissing your cervix. You feel for him, you really do, but the energy tank is empty. You don't have it in you to keep bouncing.

His fingers trail down your spine, tracing the vertebrae before digging into your ass. He lets out a whiny groan. “C’monnn, baby, giving up so soon? You did like barely five minutes of work. Don't leave me hanging.”

"Shut up," you breathe, burying your face in the crook of his neck. The scent of him swarms your every sense. "I’m too tired. My thighs burn when I go up ‘n down like that. You do it.”

“Awee, my sweet sweet baby can’t do it herself?” He coos. Mock pity dripping from every syllable. Stupid prick. “Need me to fuck her good? Help you grind that pretty pussy against my dick? Hm?”

He shifts. Slides his weight up against the headboard, spine going straight and large hands locking onto your hips like iron clamps. He doesn’t move, instead he stares down at you, eyes wide and tracking every twitch of your face with a knowing, tilted smile. You refuse to meet his eyes, mortified by the way he so crudely puts it and increasingly irritated that, despite your complaints, he still hasn’t done anything about it.

"Satoru, seriously. Shut up and just—"

"Just what?"

He drives upward. Crushing your hips down flat against his pelvis—an agonizingly deep press that buries him into you even further (if possible.) The invasion coaxes a gasp straight out of your throat.

He’s locked, amused by the way your pussy is gripping so tightly around him all while your supposed lack of energy. "Gotta ask me real nicely. Tell me you need me to do all the work and maybe I’ll do it. I like hearing it, y’know?”

[frostedpinkdoll]

‧₊ ˚⊹ gojo recording you dry humping his pillow ! 18+

cws. smut :: dry humping :: masturbation :: pillow play begging :: praise kink :: dirty talk

Gojo lounged back against the headboard like he owned the entire fucking universe, phone held steady in one hand, that signature cocky grin stretched across his face. His blue eyes sparkled with pure mischief as he watched you straddle his pillow, already flushed and needy. "Look at you, baby," he purred, voice low and teasing, "so fucking desperate you’re gonna hump my pillow like a little slut. God, you’re gorgeous like this. Keep going. Show me how bad you want it."

You rocked your hips forward, the soft fabric of his pillow pressing right against your soaked panties, the friction sending sparks up your spine. Your clit dragged over the seam with every slow grind, the damp spot growing darker as your arousal soaked through. Gojo’s camera captured every second—the way your thighs flexed, the little gasps slipping from your lips, the way your back arched when you found the perfect angle.

"Fuck, that’s it," he groaned from behind the lens, free hand palming the obvious bulge in his sweats. "Look how wet you’re getting my pillow. Such a messy girl. Keep rubbing that pretty pussy on it. Pretend it’s my cock, yeah? Imagine how thick I’d feel sliding between your folds right now."

Your movements grew more frantic, hips rolling in tight circles as you chased the pressure. The pillowcase bunched between your legs, fabric clinging to your slick folds every time you lifted and dropped back down. "Satoru… please," you whimpered, voice already cracking with need. "Touch me. I need your fingers. I need your cock so bad it hurts."

He laughed, the sound rich and cruelly amused, still recording without missing a beat. "Aww, listen to you beg. So cute. But no touching yet, pretty girl. You’re gonna keep humping that pillow until I say otherwise. Look at how your clit’s peeking out every time you grind forward—fuck, that’s hot. Keep going. Show me how you’d ride me if I let you."

You whined louder, grinding harder, the wet sounds of your pussy sliding over the pillow filling the room. Your thighs started to tremble as the pressure built, but it wasn’t enough—not nearly enough. "Please, Satoru," you begged again, eyes glassy, "I’ll be so good. Just let me feel you. I want your cock stretching me open. I want you to fuck me while you record it."

Gojo’s grin widened, but he stayed exactly where he was, phone steady. "Mmm, keep talking like that and maybe I’ll let you suck me off after. But right now? Keep riding my pillow like the desperate little thing you are. Imagine every ridge of my cock dragging over your clit instead of that fabric.

Bet you’re clenching around nothing right now, huh? So empty. So needy." He zoomed in slightly, capturing the way your hips stuttered when you pressed down harder, the way your slick left shiny streaks across the pillowcase. "Goddamn, you look so fucking hot like this. My perfect little pillow slut."

Your breathing turned ragged, moans spilling freely as you chased an orgasm that kept slipping just out of reach. Every roll of your hips made the pillow slide against your swollen clit, the friction maddening but never quite enough to push you over.

"Satoru, please," you sobbed, "I can’t—I need you. Need your hands. Need your cock inside me. Please touch me, I’m begging."

He hummed thoughtfully, still recording every desperate grind, every twitch of your thighs, every broken plea. "Not yet, baby. Keep going. You’re doing so good for me. Look at those pretty tits bouncing while you fuck my pillow. Imagine it’s me underneath you, letting you bounce on my cock instead. Would you cum all over me like you’re about to cum all over this pillow? Yeah, I bet you would." His voice stayed light, teasing, even as his own cock strained visibly against his pants. "Don’t stop. I want to watch this later and jerk off to how fucking wrecked you look right now."

You kept moving, hips rolling in messy, frantic circles, the pillow completely soaked beneath you. Your clit throbbed with every drag, your walls fluttering around nothing, the denial making everything sharper, hotter, more desperate.

Gojo’s praise washed over you in waves—"That’s my girl," "Look at you go," "So fucking pretty when you’re this needy"—but his hands stayed firmly on the phone, refusing to give you what you craved most. You were left grinding, begging, and dripping, completely at his mercy while he captured every second of your desperate, beautiful struggle.

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[rengoatku]

Rule #1: Don’t flirt with Satoru’s girlfriend. (•̀ ᴖ •́)

The party had moved from the halls of the frat house out into the obnoxiously large garden, bodies danced along the grass while some brave souls dived into the pool in their underwear. It was clear most people were wasted.

You remember Satoru saying something about the party being a “housewarming” for the new pledges, although you knew it was just another excuse for his first bros to get shit faced and for him to stuff his own face with abnormal amounts of confectionery.

Glancing around, you notice that Shoko and Utahime had snuck off together and that Yuki was currently making her move in a very red and sweaty Choso. “Oh, for God's sake,” you sigh to yourself, “Can’t any of them keep it in their pants?”

Just as you were about to search for your boyfriend and unfamiliar raven-haired face blocks your path. He flashed a grin, “Hey, I don't think we've ever met.”

You smiled politely and shrugged, “Probably not.”

The man leans against a nearby tree, clearly swelling with pride as he continues to hit on you. “Well, it's nice to meet you. I don't get to see many pretty girls around here.” You laughed awkwardly, “I mean… I can name a few.”

His eyes flickered around before settling back onto you, “Let’s get out of here. Somewhere quiet, maybe?”

Choking back a laugh, you replied, “Well, I’m actually about to go look for my boyfriend.” To which he laughed, “Really? Who would leave a pretty girl like you all alone?”

“Hey, now,” the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend came from behind him, “That’s no way to talk about the frat president, oh humble pledge.” The man spun around so fast he looked blurry, sputtering a sad excuse for an apology while looking at his feet.

“I-I swear I didn’t know, Gojo!” But the white-haired man only grinned, “Ah, no worries, no harm, no foul. Right?”

You shot him a sceptical look as he slung an arm around you, hugging you into his side. Just as the raven-haired man turned to walk away, Suguru and Sukuna seemed to appear from thin air. The two guys grab onto his arms and legs and begin to hoist him towards the pool.

“Hey! Let go of me! I swear I didn't mean any harm!”

Gojo chuckled, watching as his friends launched the new member of the fraternity into the pool.

A loud splash! echoed the garden, water flew up and covered the pavement. The entire party seemed to freeze, then laughter erupted; even the now-soaking pledge seemed to resurface with a smile on his face. “Alright! You got me. Sorry, man.”

“Good!” Satoru yelled back, not before leaning down to press a wet kiss right on your cheek. You giggled as he pressed a couple more kisses around your face, trying to squirm out of his grasp. “You're so cruel, you know that?”

Satoru just scoffed, “What? As president, I believe reprimandations are in order.” You laughed again, “Is that even a word?” He simply shrugged, tugging you closer to the speakers. “May I have this dance?”

You rolled your eyes, “Only if you promise not to throw anyone else into the pool.” He pretended to think about it, tapping his chin with his pointer finger before answering, “Nah, at least not unless they keep their eyes off of you.”

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[slutla]

yk its like…. and… so yeah… its pretty much very… mhm. yeah. yes, exactly. so i, yup. thanks for understanding

It’s Ok take ur time

[choivae]

ᝰ.ᐟ your roommate, nerd!cho, is secretly a panty thief! ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

roommate!nerd!cho is incredibly quiet and keeps to himself when you first move in. he's a big, awkward computer science major who basically lives in front of his monitors, wearing hoodies that are three sizes too big and constantly pushing up his glasses. he used to get so tongue-tied and red just saying "hi" to you in the hallway.

roommate!nerd!cho takes a while to warm up, but once he gets comfortable, he’s the sweetest guy ever. he'll quietly fix the wi-fi before you even have to ask, or leave a donut on the counter for you. he's just really gentle, thoughtful, and incredibly nice to have around the apartment.

roommate!nerd!cho agrees to a simple laundry system with you to keep things running smoothly. you always put your clothes in the wash first thing in the morning. by the time he goes to do his, your turn is done and you’re already gone to your morning classes. it works perfectly every single week.

roommate!nerd!cho has a massive, secret crush on you that he keeps bottled up inside. he thinks you are way too pretty and completely out of his league, so he just admires you from a distance. because he’s so shy, he never plans on doing anything about it—but holding these heavy feelings in for so long makes him incredibly touch-starved and desperate for any connection to you!

roommate!nerd!cho finds a pair of your light pink cotton panties with a little white lace trim stuck to one of his hoodies. he's sorting his laundry on a tuesday morning when he sees them. "h-huh? w-what the..." his face goes bright red and his heart starts hammering. he knows he should just leave them on the counter, but looking at them triggers a dark, needy urge he didn't even know he had.

roommate!nerd!cho pockets them instead of returning them. his hands shake like crazy as he stuffs your pink panties into his pocket, quickly throws his clothes into the washer, and runs back to his room to lock the door.

roommate!nerd!cho collapses against his door and pulls the panties out. he holds the soft cotton to his face and takes a deep breath—smelling your laundry soap and the warm, sweet scent of your skin. it completely ruins him. he's so excited and hard that his dick is already leaking through his sweatpants.

roommate!nerd!cho babbles total filth to himself in a messy, breathless whimper as he pulls his pants down. he wraps your pink underwear tight around his shaft and starts jerking off. "oh my god—you smell so good," he groans, his glasses getting all foggy from his hot breath. "i'm so sorry—fuck—i'm such a disgusting freak... but haah—want you so bad." he strokes himself faster and faster while picturing your body, until he blows a huge, messy load right inside your underwear, completely ruining them.

roommate!nerd!cho realizes there is no way he can wash the sticky stains out without you finding out. shaking and sweaty, he hides his ruined prize in the very back of his desk drawer, tucked behind his computer parts where you'll never look.

roommate!nerd!cho gets totally hooked after that first time. doing laundry isn't a chore anymore; it’s his favorite part of the week. he starts offering to carry the baskets just to sneakily look through your clothes. soon, he steals a black silk thong, and then a pair of white boy-shorts with a tiny red bow on them.

roommate!nerd!cho gets greedy one weekend when you stay overnight at a friend's place. being all alone in the apartment makes him bold, and he steals two pairs at once: a sheer lavender mesh pair and some comfy grey cotton ones you usually wear to sleep.

roommate!nerd!cho uses both at the same time to get off. he wraps the tight lavender mesh around the bottom of his dick for friction, while keeping his face buried in the grey cotton. he actually licks the middle of the grey pair, trying to taste you, whimpering and begging for the real thing while he messes up another pair of your clothes.

roommate!nerd!cho starts worrying that you'll notice your underwear is missing. to keep you from getting suspicious, he carefully hand-washes the cleaner ones in his bathroom sink, dries them in his room, and sneaks them back into your clean basket. but he never gives back his favorites—especially the ones that smell the most like you.

roommate!nerd!cho sits across from you at the table the next day, looking like a totally innocent, sweet roommate as he drinks his coffee. when you complain about losing your favorite pink underwear, he just gives you a shy, sympathetic smile. but underneath the table, his dick is throbbing hard, knowing those exact pink panties are stuffed inside his pillowcase so he can sleep on your scent every single night.

[hangenism]

♡ ⸝⸝ when toji fucks you good, you take his ass to red lobster ! ❤︎₊ ⊹ cw: nsfw

“hello! my name is michael, and i’ll be your server for tonight.” he gestured to the menus in front of you. “ready to order?”

you glanced up and gave him a small smile. “not quite, give us some time please.”

“no worries, take your time.” he smiled and left.

toji looked unamused. “why’d you send him away? you said i can order whatever i want.”

you rolled your eyes. “you already know what you want? we’ve been here for like two minutes.”

“i do actually, it’s the same order every time.”

he wasn’t wrong, he was pretty consistent with what he liked. especially with you.

“yeah just like that.” he groaned and you clenched around him at his words. “if you keep—fuck—squeezing me like that, i won’t last much longer pretty.”

toji had you in yet another mating press for the third time this week. you’d asked him to come over to help fix your bed frame and you somehow found yourself on the bed, caged underneath him.

with the way he was ramming into you, he might need to come over again to fix it. the bed squeaked with each thrust, headboard banging against the wall. you were bound to get a noise complaint from your neighbors, but you didn’t care. not with the way he fucked you like his life depended on it.

he rubbed your clit with his thumb, earning yet another sinful moan from you. thighs trembling, you came hard for the second time of the night, so hard you saw stars. you whined as he drove into you, not showing any signs of stopping.

“i’m not done cutie. i promised you five, remember?”

you whimpered his name and he shook his head with a grin. he snapped his hips against yours and you yelped.

“soo tight my pretty girl, you’re doing so well for me. don’t tap out now.” he teased you lightly. gripping his bicep, you tried your best not to squirm underneath him. but toji made it hard as he fucked you at a brutal pace. your slick coated his shaft and your thighs, but he didn’t seem to care. in fact, you were pretty sure it egged him on.

“my good girl is soaked for me, huh? as if i haven’t fucked you two other times this week. greedy pussy.”

you couldn’t think straight. all you could think about was the way he grinded his hips against yours, coaxing another orgasm from you.

the lethal grip you had on his bicep as you came caught toji off guard. he was used to the broken cries and the way your cunt tightened around him, but this was something different. his hips stuttered as he buried himself as deep as possible. he came with a low, guttural moan before resting his forehead against yours.

the sounds of his ragged breathing and your panting filled the roam. his thick seed was leaking out of your sore cunt. he had just enough energy left to reach in between your legs and push it back in.

“maybe five was a bit ambitious,” he murmured against your skin. “but you said three and i get to go to red lobster.”

you wanted to laugh at how upfront he was, but you couldn’t. you were spent. he nudged you with this nose and you groaned softly. “again?”

“a promise is a promise.” he grumped.

“m’kay.”

that’s how you found yourself across the table from him, skimming through the menu like you didn’t know what you were going to order. just like toji, it was the same every time.

“hi, ready to order?” michael reappeared. he clicked his pen and looked at the two of you expectantly.

toji grabbed his menu to point at what he wanted, but not before michael caught on.

“wait, have i seen you guys before?”

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[tcalmlay]

Reward-based training 🧵🌂

[slutla]

snapchat me that pussy

or facetime me that pussy if its cool 👀✌️😗

[slutla]

hi cutie

omg hi hru it feels like I haven’t spoken 2 U in a bit 😢

[slutla]

+ gojo loves summer. // fluff + suggestive.

Summer is Gojo’s undisputed peak.

It comes with the usual physical indignities, of course—the grim of salt-rimmed skin, the irritating drone of mosquitoes, air so humid you can feel it settling in your lungs. But his affinity for the heat has nothing to do with standard-issue nostalgia.

It’s not the climate. It’s certainly not the promise of a holiday; he treats the calendar like a suggestion anyway, vanishing on a whim whenever the mood strikes. And don't look to the festivals, either.

The truth is, his fondness for summer has always been because of you.

The moment the temperature climbs, your closet shifts. Clothes thin out. Flowy sundresses that catch the drift, off-the-shoulder tops exposing the delicate line of your collarbone, and shorts that bite tight enough into the soft curve of your thighs to make him shamelessly stare every time you walk past.

“Do you plan this?”

Your boyfriend’s sunglasses are pushed up into his white hair, crystalline eyes tracking you through the glass. You’re leaning close to the mirror, slicking a sticky coat of gloss over your plump lips.

You blink innocently at his reflection. “Plan what?”

“Looking this pretty.”

“I always look pretty.”

“…Yeah,” he sighs (rather dramatically) and slumps against the doorframe. “That’s the problem.”

Lately, he’s developed this obvious habit of finding any excuse to crowd your space. If you’re wearing something backless, his palm is suddenly glued to the bare, warm dip of your spine the second you hit a crowd. If your shoulders are exposed, his arm is draped over them within minutes. “You’re shivering,” he’ll lie, ignoring the sweltering, thirty-degree air clinging to both of you.

“You can’t be serious,” you’d retort but he’d just grin and lean in, “I’m your boyfriend. Appreciating the view is literally in the job description.”

He’s always hungry for you, no matter what you’re wearing, but summer makes him reckless.

The memories are sweet to chew on, but the present is better. You turn around, ready to go. He’d decided on a whim that he wanted the beach today—went ahead and bought out the whole stretch of sand just so you wouldn't have to share it with anyone else. You give him a twirl, letting the hem of your dress flare.

He watches. A small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing.”

“Satoru.”

“You just look…” He tilts his head, a lazy grin spreading further. “Really, really cute.”

“You’ve told me that five times today.”

“I know.”

“And it’s barely past noon.”

“Hey,” he murmurs, stepping in close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his chest. “I’ve got a schedule to keep.”

You reach out, wrapping your fingers around his wrist to drag him toward the door, but he resists, sliding his phone out of his back pocket with his free hand.

“One picture,” he begs, already raising the lens.

“You’ve already taken twenty, Satoru. Besides, they’ll look better on the beach.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have one of you in this lighting.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, rolling your eyes, but you both know the protest is for show. “You are actually so ridiculous.”

“And you’re so incredibly gorgeous, baby.”

The shutter clicks. He looks down at the screen, grin softening. He’ll keep this one close. He has to. Summer is for the two of you but you’ve always insisted it’s for your friends, too—meaning you’ll vanish for days at a time, leaving him to nurse an ache in his chest until you get back.

Satoru gets incredibly restless when he's left to his own devices. These photos are for those late nights when he’s lonely, when he’s wrecking his sheets imagining the exact way that thin fabric feels bunched up in his fist while he takes care of himself and thinks of you.

Everyone else loves the season for the sunshine. He loves it because every single year, somehow, you manage to steal the sun right out of the sky.

[theorphicangel]

thinking about surfer!sukuna with tanned skin and his tattoos as usual and you can't help but spot him on the first day of your vacation.

you made sure to arrive early to the beach, catching a good spot in between the sun and the shade. your towel is all laid out, your sunscreen is applied and you have a good book in hand but a pink haired surfer manages to catch your eye.

you didn't pay him much attention in that skin tight all black surfer suit he had. you side eyed whilst he prepared to surf, not really having watched anyone surf before.

you watched him surf out into the ocean, testing the waters. it's early yet so the waves aren't too strong but it would still be a perfect practice for sukuna. distracted from your pages you watch him move across the waves with perfection and ease.

you almost feel an itch to join him on the waves but you have no idea how to surf yourself. he makes it look so easy you're so envious, watching him shake his damp hair as he runs out of the water.

pulling your book closer to your eyes you feign having ever saw him, acting as if your eyes weren't glued to his figure in the ocean. you certainly don't keep an eye on the way his suit peels from his shoulder,s exposing his tanned skin and tattooed. you definitely don't noticed his muscular body and the way his biceps flex as he lays on the sand. your eyes are most definitely not fixated on his large chest and how water drops drips from his pecs as he pants in and out.

no, you totallyyyy don't notice him meeting your eyes and giving you a glare. a glare that scares you enough to return back to the line in your book that you've re-read over twenty times.

but at least you know what time to come back to the beach tomorrow right?

[mrsblaileen]

thinkin about Sukuna who doesn’t let you suck him off properly, doesn’t even bother fucking your mouth at all. he just slaps his thick cock against your cheek before he starts to rub it over your face all slow and lazy like. rutting back and forth in long thrusts, grinding each bumped vein over your brow bone until your cheeks are slippery and pearly little threads of pre are strewn over your face from your chin to your forehead. You peer up at him through clumped lashes, eyes glassy, winking whenever his heavy balls nudge at your chin. You lick and suck at whatever slip of skin your greedy mouth can reach just to hear his breath hitch above you, low rumbled groans just as unhurried as the slow rock of his hips. sometimes he drags the blushed tip over your lower lip, lets your tongue dart out to steal a proper taste before he lifts again just to rest his balls over the hollow point of your eye socket while he dribbles ropes of pre cum into your hairline.

[slutla]

u can not have hints bro. its tew easy

👀#heh

👅 #freaky

hello 2 U too angel

[slutla]

queen you have to post smth both France and England lost I'm finna kms

-🪷

I was hoping they’d draw nd hit penalties but Argentina that nothing burger ass team can’t do anything right

[slutla]

hi mommy can u guess who i am 😳 gag 🤭

am I allowed 2 ask 4 a hint 😢?