#hornythought

[soakingsummer]

Drenched🌊💦💦

[iknowiwaswrong]

The morning drifts in like a slow tide, pulling me from sleep with the ghost of your touch your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my boxers, your breath warm against my shoulder as you murmur how badly you want to feel me come undone for you. You tease me awake, your fingers tracing lazy circles over my clit. I’m already wet, already aching, my body betraying me with sharper breaths before I even open my eyes. You don’t rush. You never do. Your touch is a slow unraveling, deliberate, like you’ve memorized every inch of me, every reaction, every way to make me tremble without saying a word.

I stay still at first, caught between the last threads of sleep and the tension you’re weaving, every gentle stroke pulling me deeper under your command. You don’t wake me all at once you let me feel it first, let the heat build until my breathing gives me away. That’s when you move closer, your lips brushing my ear, your voice a low, possessive hum. “Good morning,” you murmur, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear, then trailing down my back until my body arches without thought. By the time I reach for you, you’re already there, already in control, guiding my hands, setting the rhythm. There’s no resistance just surrender, the way your touch feels inevitable, the way your grip tightens as your own need takes over.

I moan for you, my hips rolling, chasing the edge you’re leading me toward. You feel it the way my body tenses, the way I’m desperate for release and you move. Your mouth leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, my collarbones, marking my skin with the faintest bruises before lingering over my scars. Then lower, your teeth grazing my stomach as you peel my boxers away, spreading my legs apart. I hear your breath hitch, your moan vibrating against me as you dive in like I’m the only thing you’ve ever wanted. Your tongue works in slow, deliberate strokes, your lips sealing around my clit until I’m seeing stars, my fingers tangling in your hair.

“Cum for me, daddy,” you whisper against me, your voice rough with need, and I shatter my back arching, a cry tearing from my throat as pleasure crashes over me. You give me seconds, just enough to breathe, before testing how sensitive I am, your tongue flicking lightly, and I gasp, half-laughing, half-worried I might explode in ways that have nothing to do with pleasure. But you don’t stop.

[soakingsummer]

Could I perhaps massage your dick with my tits? 😩🥵

[soakingsummer]

You know what sounds good? Someone’s head in between my thighs 🥺🤤

[soakingsummer]

Oh how I want a hard shaft thrusting in between my titts, as the tip of it goes in and out of my mouth. 😩🤤

[soakingsummer]

I am overwhelmed with how horny I am rn 😩🥵🔥

[soakingsummer]

I really need someone to make me cum. I’m so horny 😩😭 DM me! 18+ ONLY

[soakingsummer]

18+ DM Me ;)