A little pixie dust

[Tink]: I don't want your turkey.

[Text]: What’s wrong with my turkey? It was pretty well made.

Text: 2035.

[Text]: Is that code for something?

Text: Yes. I'm never free.

Return Play | Wink F2F | 11.29

Winter dismissed the submissives she’d ordered to her room for a few hours at 7pm as she said she would. She made her way back towards her bedroom and stood in the doorway, leaning against it as she watched the slender blonde on her bed. “Keep going, Dragonfly,” she mused, watching the blonde writhe and moan and play with herself.

@subtinkerbell

Tink felt like she had spent too much time playing with and teasing herself and not nearly enough time finding her release. She didn't know how long she had spent on Winter's bed but she was sure there was a wet spot underneath her. She tried her best to keep her moans to herself. She jumped at the sound of the domme's voice and opens her eyes slowly to look at her, keeping her fingers moving.

#winter

F2F: Can I have a second cronut, please?

F2F: No. One is enough, Dragonfly. You may have another in the morning

Everyone will be leaving soon. How bad are you needing release right now?

@subtinkerbell

F2F: Soon, please?

F2F: Patience, sweetheart. Go lay down on my bed, naked and on your back. Play with yourself but don’t cum. I’ll be in after I dismiss the others.

F2F: Yes, Miss.

[Tink]: I don't want your turkey.

[Text]: What’s wrong with my turkey? It was pretty well made.

Text: Jerk.

[Text]: When’re you next free?

Text: 2035.

F2F: Can I have a second cronut, please?

F2F: No. One is enough, Dragonfly. You may have another in the morning

Everyone will be leaving soon. How bad are you needing release right now?

@subtinkerbell

headmaster-shue-deactivated2021

F2F: I wish I knew that before I stuffed the whole thing in my mouth.

A lot. Like an insane amount.

F2F: Lesson learned then, huh?

Oh yeah? Mmmm I’m going to have so much fun playing with you.

F2F: Soon, please?

[Tink]: I don't want your turkey.

[Text]: What’s wrong with my turkey? It was pretty well made.

Text: Nope. Not telling.

Text: Are you always this much of a pain in the ass?

[Text]: Ooo, okay, be mysterious. You do hate telling me things don’t you?

[Text]: When you make it so easy, then yeah, I guess I always am.

[Text]: The french have a saying ‘casser les pieds à’, to break the legs of someone. It’s meant to me to be a pain in the neck, but I like their way of saying it.

[Text]: You could make this easier by just letting me be atleast an acquaintance.

Text: Jerk.

[Tink]: I don't want your turkey.

[Text]: What’s wrong with my turkey? It was pretty well made.

Text: I’ll google how to put a voodoo curse on someone.

[Text]: What type of curse are you going for? The kind that shrinks dicks? Or just the good old ‘may you be miserable all of your liiiiife!’ sort of curse?

[Text]: The answer is no by the way, I like being nice to you.