The thirst is real

Side blog for all the horny stuff on here (🏳️‍🌈 and in my 30s)

[pr3ttypunisherr]

“please.” voice small and needy. hips shifting. “mommy please. please i’ll be so good—”

“you already are, baby.” not changing the setting. watching you squirm.

hands tied behind your back. sitting between my legs. vibrator humming low and steady in your boxers while you try so hard to be patient. try so hard to hold still.

just watching you.

the way your jaw tightens when you’re trying not to beg. the way your hips shift just slightly. barely. like you’re hoping i won’t notice.

turning it up one setting.

watching your breath catch. watching your hips stutter forward and then stop. you catching yourself. hands flexing behind your back.

“mommy—”

“shh.” reaching down. fingers threading through your hair. feeling you lean into it immediately. desperate for any contact at all. “you’re okay. you’re doing so well.”

you whimpering at that. hands flexing again behind your back. not pulling. just needing somewhere to put it.

turning it up again.

watching you squirm. watching you fight to stay still. your whole body working against you.

“please—” barely holding it together. “please mommy. please i need— i need—”

“what do you need, puppy?”

“please let me taste you. please. please i’ll be so good i just want to make you feel good please mommy—”

tilting my head. looking at you. letting you wait.

turning it down.

you making a broken sound. hips rolling forward against nothing. “please. please no— mommy please i was being so good—”

“you were.” stroking your hair. “you’re being so perfect.”

“then please—”

“not yet.”

you dropping your head. breathing hard. hands flexing and releasing behind your back over and over. trying to hold yourself together.

sitting with you like that. watching you come back down slightly. fingers still moving slow and steady through your hair.

then turning it back up. higher than before.

watching your whole body react. hips bucking forward. your whimpers growing needier.

“mommy— mommy please— i’m so close please i can’t— please let me taste you please i need something please—”

“you need something?”

“please...” eyes wet. hips still shifting. “please. please i’ll make you feel so good. please just let me. please mommy.”

watching you beg.

“yeah?” tilting your chin up. looking at you properly. eyes already glassy. already so far gone and i’ve barely touched you. “you want that.. that badly?”

nodding frantically. “please. please yes. please let me.”

holding your gaze. letting you wait just a little longer.

turning it down low again first. watching you whimper at the loss.

“please—”

“if i let you.” leaning down close. “you’re going to be good. you’re going to focus on me. not on how close you are. not on the vibrator. just on making me feel good. can you do that?”

nodding immediately. desperately. “yes. yes i promise. please.”

“good boy.”

watching you move the second you have permission. so eager. so grateful. guiding you gently. hands finding your hair as you settle.

turning the vibrator back up.

feeling you moan against me. the vibration of it going straight through you. hands flexing behind your back. hips trying to rock and nowhere to go. making yourself focus anyway. trying so hard to take care of me while you’re falling apart.

“so good.” fingers stroking through your hair. “you’re doing so good for me.”

you working harder at the praise. needing it. needing to hear you’re doing well.

turning it up again.

feeling you whimper. hips bucking. losing your rhythm for just a second before finding it again. so desperate. so close. still not stopping. still focused on me.

“mommy—” muffled. broken. “mommy i’m so close please—”

“i know baby.” stroking your hair. “i know. you’re going to make me feel good first. just a little longer. you can do that for me.”

you nodding against me. working yourself back into rhythm. both of us getting closer now. you shaking with the effort of holding back.

feeling it build. hands tightening in your hair.

“good boy. just like that. don’t stop.”

you moaning. hips rolling helplessly against the vibration. so close you’re crying a little. still not stopping. still giving me everything you have.

finishing with my hands in your hair and your name on my lips.

you following almost immediately after. a breathy moan. hips stuttering. soaking through your boxers completely. shaking. “mommy— mommy—” over and over until you’ve got nothing left.

hips finally stilling.

whole body going soft.

reaching down immediately. untying your hands slowly. carefully. bringing them around to your front. rubbing your wrists. your palms.

“c’mere, baby.”

you turning and collapsing into me without a word. face finding my neck. hands gripping my shirt loosely. breathing hard and unsteady.

wrapping both arms around you. one hand on your back. one in your hair.

“so good.” pressing a kiss to your hair. your temple. “such a good boy. i’m so proud of you, puppy.”

you making a small sound against my neck. still not quite back yet.

“i’ve got you.” rubbing slow circles on your back. “breathe for me. i’m right here.”

sitting like that until your breathing evens out. until the grip on my shirt loosens into something softer. until you come back slowly.

you pulling back just enough to look at me. eyes still glassy. cheeks warm. a little shy suddenly.

cupping your face. thumbs stroking your cheeks.

“hi.”

“hi.” barely audible. hiding your face again immediately.

pressing a kiss to your hair. pulling you back in.

“my good boy.” meaning every word. “my perfect puppy. you did so well for me.”

you going completely soft in my arms. finally settled. finally still.

holding you there. rubbing your back. your shoulders. pressing kisses to your hair until your breathing is slow and even and you’re almost asleep.

“you can rest, baby.”

you nodding against me. grip on my shirt tightening just slightly.

keeping you close. keeping you warm.

“i’ve got you.”

[pr3ttypunisherr]

woke up with wet boxers thinking about easing myself inside of you. thinking about taking my time getting there first. making you wait for it. kissing your neck. your chest. pressing my mouth to every part of you that makes you squirm before i even think about giving you what you actually need. feeling how desperate you are. how worked up. how ready. the way you'd grab at me and try to pull me where you need me and i'd move your hands. put them back down.

"not yet."

you whimpering. hips shifting. trying to find something to press against.

making you wait a little longer because i enjoy every moment of watching you get increasingly needier.

finally lining myself up. pressing the tip against you and waiting there. feeling you try to push down onto me immediately.

holding your hips still.

"be patient."

a broken sound. your hands gripping the sheets. "please— mommy please i've been so good please—"

"you have." pressing a kiss to your jaw. "you have been so good." pressing in just slightly. just barely. feeling you gasp. "that's why you're going to get exactly what you want."

pressing in slow.

so slow.

feeling you stretch around me inch by inch. feeling how warm you are. how perfectly you take me every single time like your body was made specifically for this. for me. feeling you grip me immediately. so desperately. a long shaky moan slipping out of you that you couldn't have held back if you tried.

stopping halfway. just to feel it. just to watch your face.

"mommy—" barely a word. "mommy please all of it please—"

pressing in the rest of the way.

staying completely still.

fully inside you. feeling you clench around me. feeling your whole body shudder from it. feeling how full you are and how much you needed to be full and how those two things are making you absolutely fall apart before i've even moved.

pressing my forehead to yours. looking at you properly.

"you feel so good." cooed at you. "every single time. you always feel this good and it still gets me every time."

you making a small whiny sound. eyes becoming glassy.

starting to move. slow deep rolls at first. taking my time. savoring it. feeling every single second of it. feeling you get wetter the longer it goes. feeling the way you open up for me gradually. the way your body adjusts and then takes me. completely. perfectly.

"mommy—" grabbing at my arms. "more— please—"

"i've got you." not speeding up yet. keeping it slow and deep. making you feel every single movement. "i've got you baby. need to keep enjoying how good you feel."

watching your face. learning it all over again even though i already know it. the way your brow furrows when something feels especially good. the way your mouth falls open. the way your eyes flutter and then find mine like you need to see me while it's happening. like eye contact is part of what makes it real.

holding your gaze. not looking away.

"you feel so perfect." moving a little deeper now. watching you gasp. "so perfect every single time. i don't know how you do that."

"please— please harder— please i need—"

giving you harder. feeling you cry out immediately. your whole body arching up toward me. hips rolling desperately to meet mine. the sounds you're making getting louder and less controlled.

"that's it." so low. so warm. "that's it baby. take it."

feeling how good you feel around me. that's the thing. that's always the thing. i tell myself i'll take it slow. i'll be patient. i'll draw it out. and then i'm inside you and everything rational just leaves. because you feel too good. because the way you grip me and the sounds you make and the way you look at me make it impossible to think about anything except staying right here. exactly like this. for as long as possible.

"i can't stop." against your ear. so honest. so completely undone by you. "you feel too good. you always feel too good. i'm going to need you to just take it."

you sobbing slightly. arms wrapping around me. pulling me closer. deeper. "please don't stop. please mommy please i need it please don't stop—"

"i'm not stopping." pressing deeper. feeling you clench immediately. "i told you. i can't. you won't let me."

your hips moving frantically now. meeting every thrust. chasing it. both of us completely lost in it.

"who do you belong to." so low. so certain.

"you—" immediately. without thinking. "i'm yours mommy—"

"yeah you are." hand finding your jaw. tilting your face up. making you look at me while i'm moving inside you. holding your gaze. "every single part of you. all mine."

you nodding. eyes wet.

"and nobody." pressing deep and staying there for a moment. feeling you gasp at the fullness of it. "nobody else is going to touch you like this. nobody else is going to make you feel the way i make you feel. you understand that?"

"yes— yes mommy yes— just you— only you—"

"say it properly."

"nobody else." your voice breaking on it. hips still moving even though i've stilled. still chasing. still needing. "just you. only you. you're the only one who makes me feel like this. you're the only one i want. please— please mommy please move—"

starting again. deeper this time. harder. giving you everything.

feeling you completely unravel under me. the sounds you make. the way you stop being able to form words and are reduced to just sounds. desperate, whiny sounds that go straight through me. the way your nails find my back. my shoulders. gripping hard. the way you keep pulling me closer like you want me deeper even though there's nowhere left to go.

"mommy i'm gonna cum—" crying properly now. tears sliding down. hips moving desperately. "mommy please i'm so close please don't stop please please please—"

"i've got you." not slowing down. not even slightly. "i feel it. i feel how close you are." pressing deeper. steadier. "cum for me. right now. i want to feel it. cum for me."

my words hitting you hard. your body relaxing more at the permission. feeling you fall apart completely.

the way your whole body arches up and then shudders. the way you clench around me so hard it makes me lose my rhythm for a second. the way you say my name over and over and over like it's the only thing your brain has left. your hips still moving through it. riding every wave. taking everything.

working you through every single second of it. not stopping until you're shaking and your hands have loosened from my back and you're breathing unevenly.

pressing a kiss to your forehead. your cheek. the corner of your mouth.

pulling you close. your face finding my neck immediately. arms wrapping around me loosely.

rubbing your back slow. pressing a kiss to your hair.

"i'm so proud of you." meaning every single word.

you nodding against me.

"all mine." pressing another kiss to your hair. "nobody's going to touch you like that. nobody's going to make you feel like that. just me."

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Corruption kinks don't just have to be about dark twisted shit. The sweet stuff can make you much worse too. Kissing can make you so feral your body throbs while you lock lips. Gentle missionary can make you feel like a perfect pathetic toy, penetrated and used like a pretty little plaything. Receiving head can make you feel slutty and needy, like a desperate whore overwhelmed with the desperate need to cum your brains out. Slow fingering can turn you into a drooly empty-headed doll hypnotized by your own pleasure, arching your back and bucking your hips while your entire body shivers with the pleasure of being toyed with

[frenchvelvetkisses]

i think you’re at your prettiest when you’re so desperate you can’t even think anymore. there’s this specific look in your eyes glassy and completely unfocused. where i can tell there isn't a single coherent thought left in that pretty little head. not that you need that brain of yours anyway. you’re so much better as my little doll isn't that right sweetheart? i love the way you fall apart when you’re overstimulated. I don’t need you to speak anymore, i much rather watch the moment your vocabulary shrinks down to just my name and a few broken whimpers. fucking you so dumb that you forget what day it is, let alone what you were going to say. "shhh now. no more talking. just be a good girl and take it"

keeping my voice sweet while i push you right past your limit. i love watching you try to form a sentence, your lips parting, your tongue tripping over words. you look beautiful when you’re struggling to remember how to breathe or speak.

i want to leave you completely incoherent barely able to get out a please or a thank you without your voice cracking and trailing off into another moan.

"see? much better. you don't need to think, darling. i'll do all the thinking for both of us." you’re three orgasms deep and you’ve reached that point where you’ve forgotten how to be a person. your skin so sensitive, your breath coming in short panicked little bursts. i haven't let you up for air once. i haven't even given you a second to remember your own name.

i can feel the way your thighs are trembling against my shoulders, a quiver that you can't stop. you try to pull back, your hands weakly batting at mine, your voice a high broken mess of a sound. "stop please, i can't... i'm done..." i just lean over you, my weight pinning you into the mattress while i bring the vibrator back down. the second it touches your swollen and overstimulated skin, you let out a sound that isn't even a moan anymore, it’s a sob. "i know you think you're done, but look at you. you’re still so wet, still so reactive. your body is telling me a completely different story." i don’t stop nor do I turn it down. i don’t give you the mercy of a break. i just bury the toy against you, keeping the pressure heavy and push two fingers in. watching your eyes roll back until only the whites are showing, your head thrashing against the pillow.

"you can take it baby. you’re doing so well, you can give me one more. i can feel you starting to getting close already."

you’re so far gone you aren't even trying to form words anymore. you’re just a collection of soft whimpers and uncoordinated movements. i love the way you’re trying to grind into it even while you’re crying, your mind is begging for it to end but your body is hungry, reaching for that next orgasm before the last one has even faded. i lean down and whisper right into your ear, my voice while i make you cum for the fourth time. "see? i told you. your body didn’t want to stop. it just wants more of me. now be a good little doll and give me everything you have left”

[angel-in-your-basement]

Being gagged just does something to my brain. Something about it feels so helpless. There’s no more talking, no more begging, there’s nothing you can do to get what you want. You just have to take what they give you, whether it be endless teasing or fucking you so hard you’d beg them to stop if you could. Even better if they taunt you with it, if they tell you to ask for what you want, just to laugh at how pathetic you sound trying. Like you’re just there for their entertainment and pleasure.

[frenchvelvetkisses]

you’re so sensitive, I wonder how many times I can get you to cum from just stimulating your nipples. I’m going to try it differently every single time. I’ll start with my fingers, just the pads of my thumbs grazing the peaks to ease you into the ache, watching you shiver as the friction builds. but then I’ll move to my mouth, swirling my tongue in circles before catching you between my teeth. I want to feel you jump when I add that sharp edge, nipping just enough to leave them swollen and raw. I want them to throb so hard that the pulse in your chest is the only thing you can feel. cum for me baby, again and again. I want to push you so far past your limit that you’ll forget there was ever a version of you that wasn't shaking under my tongue. you’re so perfect when you’re overstimulated sweetheart. I’ll play with you a little longer, if I press a vibrator to your clit while keeping my focus on your nipples you’ll handle it right? I’ll keep it on the highest setting right against you and I’m not letting you move an inch. It’s okay to cry baby I know it’s a lot for your little brain to process. through it all, I'm not letting those nipples go. pinching them between my nails, twisting just enough to make you sob while the toy does all the work for me. I want them so purple and sensitive that even your own shirt will feel like a threat later. you’re doing such a good job being my useless overstimulated mess. my good girl is gonna taking it all like she was made for it isn’t she

[harnessedhorsey]

When you're teasing your puppyboy and he decides he's had enough and pushes you over so he can hump on your leg like a bad dog. You feel his slicked up cock through his boxers, hard from a bit of teasing. You let him go at it for bit, hearing his desperate moans as he soaks your leg in his cum.

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Tying your hands in front of you and pinning you facedown on your bed so I can press a harsh, powerful vibrator between your legs and overstimulate you. Groping and spanking your ass while I torture you, slapping you so hard that you yelp and flinch and whine like a dumb little toy, overwhelmed by the combination of intense pleasure, and cruel, sharp pain.

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Casually stroking your dick, teasing you and inching you closer and closer to the edge until you're grinding your hips forward, humping against my hand hungrily begging to cum like a feral animal. Using my fingers to keep you on the edge for an eternity, my free hand gently teasing in and out of your hole. Rubbing your cock aggressively until the very last second then stopping when you've almost reached the point of no return. Edging you again and again enjoying your pained whines and pathetic begging more and more each time I pull my hand away. Refusing to give in to your begging even so many edges you've lost count. Laughing as you grasp at me, mocking your attempts to change my mind. Teasing you until your pretty eyes equally hazy and desperate, any sense of self lost in the endless agony of your denial. Eventually, once any concept of time has completely escaped you and your dick is sore from the hours of torture, I'll tenderly lock you back up in your chastity belt. You know the rules, darling. If you really needed to cum, you'd be able to do it on your chastity cage while I'm using your holes to get off. Until you can achieve that, you don't get any relief from your denial. Now come here, doll. That pretty mouth has been doing entirely too much begging and not nearly enough sucking.

[subspaceemo]

I want a dom to make me wear a strap while they fuck my ass. I whimper and moan and watch it bounce in time with their thrusts, "fuck, that's a good boy," they grunt as the friction makes my toes curl, "want me to stroke your cock?" They caress the length of my silicone cock, occasionally pushing it down hard enough to make friction with my hard little cock, I gasp and tangle my hands in the bedsheets, "does that feel good? Do you want to cum? Are you going to cum from my stroking your big hard cock?" they play with the tip of the strap, jerking it so rapidly that I bite my lip. My brain connecting the sensation to my cock and my stomach clenches, before I know it I'm bucking up into their hand and cumming with a desperate yell. They smile and keep stroking, "aw, you're still so hard, I'll have to keep going."

[frenchvelvetkisses]

snap. the sound of the latex hitting my wrist. looking down at her while i smooth the gloves over my fingers. “okay sweetheart. lay back. deep breaths for me”. i’m being so quiet, so helpful. “i just want to do a quick check. i need to make sure my baby’s doing okay. you’re gonna be a good girl for me, right?” she’s already shaking, her feet digging into the sheets. “i’m fine” she gasps, her voice is thready. “i don’t- i don’t think i need this” “i’ll be the judge of that, don’t worry it’ll be quick” i say as i guide her legs apart. i’m taking my time, just looking first.

i reach out and press a gloved thumb against her clit. i don't move. i just feel the pulse at first. “oh. look at that. you’re throbbing, sweetheart. does that hurt? it looks so... sensitive” “it doesn’t... please” she whimpers. rubbing slow circles, her thighs slightly trembling “i’m just soothing it. just helping you, you need this. stop moving” starting these slow light circles. i can hear the latex dragging against her skin.

i slide my fingers lower and they just sink in. the slickness is insane. i pull back, looking at the glistening glove with this worried look. “baby. you’re drenched. i’m seeing some really excessive wetness here. we can’t have you walking around like this, it’s not healthy. I need to clear this out.” “please” she’s begging now, her hips bucking. “just- please, it feels too much.”

“i know it does. that’s why i’m here, I’ve got you” i slide two fingers in. slow. the sound of the friction in the quiet room is the only thing i can hear. “it’ll be over soon baby, stay still. you’ll feel so much better. you need this” I get a few nods in response, eyes already glazed. soft whimpers. my fingers still going in and out.

i place my other hand on her lower stomach, pressing down. “oh baby. i feel it. all this pressure... all this fluid just sitting in there. it needs to come out” “i can't… i’m gonna-“

“no. not yet” i cut her off. “you’re gonna let it out when i tell you to. stay right here with me. eyes on me. tell me who’s taking care of you” “you mommy” she sobs, her fingers clutching the pillowcase “you are.” “good girl” i start picking up the pace, my fingers driving into her while my thumb starts working that throb. watching her face unravel, watching the light just leave her eyes.

she’s so close, her back arching so high off the bed. “okay, baby. now. give it all to me. let it out” she breaks. it’s loud and violent, her body pulsing around my hand, pressure so intense while she squirts “let it all out for me” the fluid hitting the latex as she just collapses. i don’t stop. i keep the rhythm going, rubbing her through the mess, guiding her through every single pulse until she’s completely empty. draining every drop. “there she is” i whisper, finally slowing down.

the room smells like her and latex. i peel the gloves off and toss them aside. i crawl up the bed, pulling her into my arms and tucking her head under my chin. she’s shivering, that heavy breathing slowly leveling out. “you did so good. see? all that pressure is gone. look how relaxed you are now” i pull the duvet up, wrapping her in it like a cocoon after cleaning her up. “just stay here. i’ve got you. you’re all cleared up my love”

[the-sensitive-sadist]

What I really like about fingering is how it can feel so fucking close and warm and intimate. Gripping your hip and groping your chest and kissing your neck and pulling you in close while I slowly press my finger into you then gradually drag it back out over and over and over again until you're so overwhelming you can barely think. So fucking perfect. I need to feel how tight your hole flexes on my fingers, need to feel you gasp for air and thrust your hips back and forth, need to feel your body go limp, overwhelmed by the feeling of me probing your perfect little hole.

[pr3ttypunisher]

i want to touch you while you have a full bladder.

there’s something so fucking hot about the urgency of you needing to go but needing my touch just as much.

you can’t even remember how long you’ve been holding it because i’ve been touching you, distracting you, getting you so worked up that the desperation just kept building without you noticing. and now you’re here.. spread out beneath me, my fingers inside you, and suddenly you realize how badly you need to go.

watching you try to pull away, try to tell me you need to stop. but my fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot, making you forget what you were about to say.

you whimpering, caught between two desperate needs. your body not knowing which sensation to prioritize. the fullness of your bladder making everything more intense. every curl of my fingers putting pressure where you’re already so full.

you squirming beneath me, thighs trying to close. but i keep them open, keep fucking you with my fingers, rubbing your clit with my thumb. watching your face struggle between pleasure and desperation.

the way your body tenses, trying to control both sensations at once. trying to hold your bladder while grinding against my hand. the desperation in your eyes, the flush spreading across your face and chest.

getting you closer and closer to orgasm while you desperately try to maintain control. watching you realize you can’t hold both. can’t cum without losing control of your bladder. the panic mixed with pleasure on your face.

feeling you start to leak on my fingers. just a little at first. you tensing even more, trying to stop it, but my fingers keep moving, keep curling, keep pushing against that full bladder.

and right when you’re on the edge, right when you’re about to cum, leaning down and biting your inner thigh. hard enough to make you gasp. watching that be the final thing that breaks you.

you orgasming hard, back arching, while simultaneously losing all control. feeling the warmth against my hand, the way you can’t stop it anymore. seeing the relief and pleasure and embarrassment wash over your face all at once. the way your whole body shakes from the intensity of letting go of everything.

the way you look at me after. flushed, breathless, shy and satisfied all at once.

knowing i made you lose control in every possible way.

loving every second of watching you fall apart.

[the-sensitive-sadist]

I wanna have you naked, collared, tied up and helpless, forced to endure whatever I choose to inflict on you, but instead of hurting you or using you to get off I subject you to prolonged sweet, gentle, edging. Just kissing you softly while i slowly slip my fingers in and out of your pulsing drooly hole. Edging you again and again and again and again until tears flow freely from your eyes and your quivering legs begin spasming uncontrollably, the pure raw emotional intensity. Laughing at your incomprehensible moaning and swirling my tongue in and out of your mouth while I play with your hole, thrusting my fingers in and out of you until you can barely take it anymore, your entire body clenched in rapt, frustrating anticipation until I'm keeping you on the edge with just a single finger, slowly and methodically teasing your hole over and over and over, my mouth locked against yours, my tongue invading your mouth and my free hand groping your vulnerable body. Finally pulling away after an eternity of cruel, unforgiving denial, and gently cupping your face while I whisper to you... "Poor, needy little doll. It might not feel like it right now, but it's better this way. I love your perfect tight little hole so much, but you know I can't possibly let you cum, gorgeous. You're so much more obedient when you're denied and needy exactly like this, sweetheart. You like being obedient, don't you? Who am I kidding of course you do! You love being an obedient little drone, don't you dear? Now be good and open your mouth, pet. I think I deserve to take a reward from you after working so hard to get you needy, don't you agree my pretty little thing? Perfect." While I straddle your face and pull my underwear down, before you even know what's happening. Leaking onto your lips and holding you steady by the hair while I guide my dick into your cute little mouth. My perfect victim. My denied toy.

[misssmeat-deactivated20251019]

Being forced to beg for an edge is one of the most degrading things to do to someone.

Begging for the privilege of being denied.

That’s fucked up, y’all.

[pr3ttypunisher]

morning inspection before you’re even fully awake. you stirring as i pull the blanket off. “mommy’s gonna inspect you, baby” you blinking sleepily, confused. “now?” “yes, now. spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” you obeying drowsily, letting your thighs fall open. kneeling between them, using my thumbs to spread your lips apart. examining you in the morning light. “let’s see how you are first thing in the morning.” noticing you’re already slightly wet. “interesting. were you having nice dreams, baby?” you mumbling something incoherent, still half asleep. sliding one finger through your lips slowly, gathering the wetness there. bringing it up to look at. “a little wet already. let’s check properly.” pushing your thighs further apart, spreading you wider. “need to see everything, sweetheart.” you letting me position you however i want, still too sleepy to protest. sliding one finger inside gently, just one. feeling how tight you are in the morning. “very tight right now.” pumping slowly, carefully. watching your face, seeing you start to wake up more. your breathing changing. pulling that finger out, looking at how wet it is. “getting wetter. good.” pushing two fingers in now, stretching you more. “let’s try two.” you gasping softly as i fill you more. pumping them slowly, methodically. “you’re waking up now, aren’t you sweetheart?” you nodding, becoming more aware of what’s happening. starting to move against my fingers slightly. “stay still, baby. i’m taking care of you. you need this morning inspection.” holding your hip with my free hand to keep you in place. curling my fingers inside, pressing that spot. you moaning, hips trying to move. “such a responsive girl even first thing in the morning.” pulling those two fingers out, examining them. completely coated in your wetness. “look how wet you’re getting, baby. your body knows what it needs.” sliding three fingers in now, stretching you more. “let’s try three. see how you take them.” you gasping louder, more awake now. “it’s a lot—” “shh, you can take it, sweetheart. you need this.” pumping three fingers slowly, feeling how your walls stretch around them. curling all three inside, pressing firmly against that spot. you moaning, legs wanting to close from the intensity. using my other hand to push your thigh back open, keeping you spread wide. “stay open for me, baby. i need to check you properly.” continuing to fuck you slowly with three fingers, feeling you get wetter and wetter. my fingers moving easily now, completely soaked. bringing my thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles while my fingers work inside. “there we go. just taking care of you, baby.” you moaning more now, fully awake, hips starting to move despite yourself. “you need this, don’t you sweetheart? need me to take care of you first thing in the morning.” pumping steadily, curling my fingers, rubbing your clit in a consistent rhythm. getting you so worked up. your breathing getting heavier, thighs shaking. getting you right to the edge, so close. then suddenly stopping everything. pulling my fingers out, taking my thumb off your clit. you whining desperately. “inspection complete, baby. you’re perfect. nice and wet, very responsive. everything’s good.” showing you my three fingers, completely glistening with your wetness. “look how well you did.” wiping them on your inner thigh. standing up. “time to get up and start your day, sweetheart.” you lying there flushed, breathing hard, needy. “but i was so close—” “i know, baby. but this was just an inspection. maybe later if you’re a good girl.” leaving you frustrated and aching before you’ve even gotten out of bed.

[discountedbigbro-deactivated202]

I need a boy fisting the sheets and whining while I suck him off even after he’s cum. Over sensitive dick in my mouth right now. I don’t care if you came twice, I’m not done. And keep your hands to yourself, you can grab the bed but not me. I touch you, you don’t touch me. Now be good and let me enjoy your pretty little cock.