choke me while you use me?! 🥺

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choke me while you use me?! 🥺
c'mere and choke me until my vision goes fuzzy and black around the edges
until i gurgle and gasp and cry for You
I’ve been recording myself..
When I cum..
Always to the thought of you.
Getting off to the thought of you inside me..
The stretch, the feel of you, the pain.. fuck.
Impaling and pounding into me, relentlessly.
My legs shaking.
My breath catching.
The thought of myself, dripping beads of sweat as I roll my hips over you.
The thought of bouncing and riding you until I’m dizzy with ecstasy.
My moans synchronize to the sound of your growls.
The way your hard and rough fingers dig into my soft curves.
The taste of you on my tongue.
Mmm, so good.
The thought of your marks, your ink, your spit, your hands, your mouth all over me.
You split me open, so well.
Stretching..
Filling me up..
You’re still leaking out of me hours later.
As if you tattooed your name in ink beneath my skin…
A bruise that claims me as yours to use.
Yours to abuse.
No matter the ring on my finger…
Oh, fuck. What a rush…
The thrill of wanting—NEEDING you.
My husband just outside the door.
What if he catches me just as your name falls broken from my lips?
The few syllables, shaky as they roll and drip from my tongue like the sweetest poison…
I say your name as I fall apart in my own hands.
The diamond in my ring, cutting into my skin as I grind through my orgasm.
You are like my own version of heroin.
My own ecstasy.
You are the worst addiction.
One I just can’t quit..
I should be here right now.
In the big city for an event, shaking my ass in the dim lighting of the club to my favorite band.
I should be waiting for my favorite moot to find me.
I’d tell him to fuck off, only to immediately let him claim me against the wall of the disgusting public bathroom.
I should be letting him use me like the fuck doll that I am.
His toy, for his pleasure.
I should be sporting bright red handprints on each cheek.
At least some ink to commemorate the memory of how fun it is being used.
But here I am, stuck at home.
Someone come save me from myself.
Slowly losing my mind waiting for Tuesday to get here, so I can be normal again.
Motherhood is so hard.
Someone give me something painful to focus on. Please.
Come throw me around and make it impossible for me to think about anything or anyone else.
Let my man find me sore and broken in.
Your marks covering my body, painful and permanent.
Just tell me you want me.
Pull me out of my head. I’m begging you.
I just wanna feel something.
I just wanna feel you…
My play thing thought how big my hands was very hot so might as well share