You can call me Kit or any nickname you want, most should be fine and I'm honestly such a sucker for them (honey, sweetheart, baby, darling, pretty girl, angel, etc.) I'm 19 and use she/her pronouns. I’m a June Gemini — if anyone cares. ♊️🤭
This blog is all over the place, from horny to yearning. That being said, this is a nsfw blog so MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!
Everyone is welcome here!!
My asks and DMs are open! I like talking to people and making friends, but I can be a bit shy, especially depending on your own personality!! I should also make it known that I likely won’t send anything pictures, videos, etc. I’m not sure if I’ll respond at all to you, but that’s only because I get really nervous and shy! 🙈
I post a lot of filthy stuff, just whatever comes to mind and whatever I'm feeling in the moment...which is most likely going to be horny! So, don't be afraid to talk to me or send something in my asks, I don't bite!
Unless you want me to.
I'm still learning a lot about myself, but I've got quite the list of things I'm open to, a lot of which I'll talk about on the blog itself, but if not then feel free to ask!!
I love making others flustered almost as much as I love getting flustered, so give me your worst! I can take it, promise.
And if you like getting flustered, don't worry baby, I'll take good care of you. Like my bio says; just lay back baby, I've got you. <3
watching a pretty boy steadily turn red and stutter over his words, eyes darting away nervously, seeing his pulse fluttering, hearing the soft hitch in his breathing as I do unspeakable acts to him… (hold eye contact with him)
making a pretty boy rub his cock against my clit so he can hear how wet we both get and only allowing him to cum on my pussy instead of inside??? yay or nay? 🙃
having a pretty boy with ropes tied around him, holding his wrists together behind his back, curling around his arms, squeezing his inner thighs faintly — enough to accentuate the bulge in his jeans — tucked under my desk today sounds sooooo nice right now.
Facefucking but it’s actually just the prettiest boy ever losing himself in pleasure the second he slides into my mouth. Just gasping, whining, whimpering, and moaning the moment my tongue glides across his leaking tip, along his aching length. His face flushed and his eyes screwed shut because if he looks down at me — if he sees the way my eyes are locked in his face, how my lips are smeared with saliva and precum — he knows he’ll cum right then and there.
having a pretty boy’s body as my canvas would be suchhhh a good way to unwind after a shit day tbh
like, kissing and leaving hickeys on various places, marking him up in spots i know others would see, making hiding my possession over him so difficult.
and hearing how much he likes it, how much he adores being marked up, watching him get flustered and all red, feeling how he squirms beneath me, how he gets all achy and leaking and whiny until i decide he’s marked up enough
was doomscrolling earlier and thought of the most prettiest thing ever…
a pretty boy on his knees, hands tied behind his back with pink bows (I don’t even like the color pink like that) around his biceps and around his waist; his jeans slung low on his hips, panties stuffed in his mouth, and lipstick smeared all over his skin…
and oh my fucking god I want it more than anything.
something about pretty boys wearing glasses is so fucking hot to me, my gawdddd
just watching the lenses start to fog up mid makeout session and he’s all huffing and puffing, whining and moaning when i start groping him and his glasses slide down his nose. fuck me.
and if he looks at me from over the frames? that’s it, you’re a good boy and i’m making you cum right now.