"Would you cum in my mouth wearing that ring gag?" -I asked to my reader.
"Absolutely" -he answered.
How can I love making you guys come with my mouth so much?
I get it completely. We’ve been talking privately, just you and me, and you’ve noticed how open I am about my sexuality—about what I love doing and what I love having done to me. Yes, I love sucking your cock. I absolutely adore it: starting by pampering you with my lips, my mouth, and my tongue at first, then giving you the full depth of my throat once you’re rock-hard and throbbing. I smile a lot while I do it, you know? My eyes have this special excited sparkle. Of all the holes in my body, this is the one I most enjoy using to please you. And obviously I love that you reward me every time I suck you off. It’s not some special treat—in fact, you love rewarding me that way too. I mean getting your cum on my face, in my mouth, or wherever you feel like unloading in the moment.
I also told you everything I like about being tied up and gagged, and you connected the dots all by yourself. “A ring gag would be perfect for you,” you said—and I smiled with this solemn, eager anticipation. “Hands tied behind my back, on my knees at your feet,” I added, biting my lower lip. “A proper facefuck.”
I pulled my hair back into a ponytail so you could get a good grip with one hand, while the other held my chin, and you fucked my mouth mercilessly, no holding back, racing to come as fast as possible. And I was loving every second. Glu, glu, glu, glu, glu—that was the only sound I could make while struggling to breathe. You drove your cock all the way down my throat, and of course your moans started coming faster, rougher.
When just the tip was still in my mouth, you started jerking yourself off to finish. It caught me by surprise that you did that, but the second you groaned in relief and flooded my mouth with your cum, I understood everything. “Let it drip down onto your tits,” you told me.
So I tilted my head back and let the mix of spit and semen pour in thick streams from my lips down to my breasts. Splash… Splash… And once it was done, I looked up at you. I don’t just love making you come—I also love that you enjoy the show of it.
such a good willing pervy little sis. such big kiddo eyes and willing tongue. i want to luxuriant in you mouth, little sis. i want to feel how curious your tongue is on big bros balls. how greedy your are on my cock…
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me and my little tongue are very verrryyy curious ✨😋✨
😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?
Answered here
🧠 : What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute?
His unwavering belief in the ideals of communism.
Hard to choose the most attractive one, but he’s kind, he’s funny, he's got such a huge fucking heart and he’s just a really chill and laid back dude to be around, all of which are very attractive.
Would you rather be stuck in an elevator with Lloyd and (bleh) Frank. You don't know each other but the look Lloyd gave you when you stepped in the elevator made your pussy throb. Frank says nothing, brooding in the corner. There's no end in sight to when the elevator will be fixed. You're officially trapped. Whatever will you all do to pass the time.
Or
Trapped on subway car - can't move between the cars - and the only other people with you are Ransom and Colin. They're both eyeing you like it's up to you to repopulate the world in your steel prison. And you just may be up for it.
Well Bestie, this one got away from me. Whoops!
Public Transportation
Starring: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader x Colin Shea
Warnings: No real plot. Porn. 18+. NSFW. Sex. Squirting. Oral Sex. Public Sex. Filth.
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
“This is why I don’t take public transportation.” The man who’d introduced himself as Ransom snarled as he shuffled back into one of the subway seats. “My plans are ruined, I have no cell service, and I’m stuck with the two of you.”
“You think I didn’t have anything better to do?” Colin, the other companion in your car questions. He rests his guitar case against a row of empty seats before trying to pull open a door leading to the next car. It wouldn’t budge. “I’m missing a gig. Could’ve been my big break.”
A crackle came over the loudspeaker before the conductor began to speak. “Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for any inconvenience but it ahh, looks like we’re going to be stuck for at least another half hour to forty minutes. Gotta get a team out here to do some light mechanical repairs. I’ll update you as soon as I can.”
It’s been a long day, and you were looking forward to curling up with a glass of Tignanello and your favorite shows, but it seems fate has other plans. It’s getting hot, the air conditioning in the car hasn’t been working since you’ve been stuck. Peeling off your jacket you toss it to the side, holding your hair up with one hand and fanning your face with the other.
Suddenly, you’re aware of two sets of azure eyes watching you, the heat rising in your cheeks under their intense gaze. The cocktail dress that made you feel so powerful at your business dinner this evening now made you feel on display, the two men occupying the injured car with you ready to pounce, and you back up against a pole to steady yourself.
“Didn’t expect this under there,” Ransom’s fingertips brush against the hem of your dress, the light touch igniting electricity that shoots straight to your core. “What say you, kitten? Would you like to be our welcome distraction?”
You shouldn’t. You didn’t know them, but opportunities like this didn’t arise every day. Colin kicks his lips, framing your cheek with his hand and capturing your lips with his. It’s a slow deep kiss, tongues exploring each other's mouth as Ransom slides your thong down your legs and over your stilettos before sliding them into the pocket of his jeans. Inhaling your musk deeply, he runs his thumb up the cut of you. “So fucking wet. I knew you were a slut when you first walked onto this train.”
Colin tugs at your dress, the fabric ripping enough so your breasts spill over the top. Gasping when he sucks a nipple into his mouth, you’ve forgotten about Ransom until his tongue spears through your petals, the tip tickling your clit. Your legs threaten to collapse, but he’s right there, hoisting you onto his shoulders so you can use his face as a seat.
“Oh fuck, right there!” You cry when two thick digits fill your sodden channel, immediately curling against the engorged spongy spot hidden among your velvet walls. You’re in heaven, these two strangers making you feel better than any man you’ve been with before them.
“You like that?” Colin palms your face with his large hand, holding you steady so you have no choice but to look into his eyes. “You like being our whore huh? Getting used by two men you don’t even know?”
You whimper in response when Ransom sucks your clit into his mouth. You’re not going to last much longer.
“Open your mouth.” Colin commands, holding your tongue down with two fingers when you do. Your vision glazes over when he spits into your open fuck hole, the tongue finger combination from below and spit trickling down your throat sends you spiraling over the edge. Your vision goes white as you lose control, squirting your release all over Ransom’s face.
“You lucky bastard.” Colin muses as he watches the other man swallow your juices. He lightly slaps your cheek to bring you back into reality, your head still swimming from post orgasm bliss.
“We’re not done with you yet.”
Both men make quick work of their zippers, each pulling out perfectly hard cocks begging for a release. Ransom maneuvers himself underneath you, Colin steadying you, helping Ransom lower you onto his cock.
Ransom kisses his teeth when he bottoms out. “Tight little pussy, kitten.” He hisses feeling you pulse around him. “Gonna make me cum quick.”
He grips your hips, guiding you up and down his length. He feels amazing, the burn sweet as your stretch to make him fit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, fucked out and stupid you babble incoherently before your head jerks up harshly.
“You didn’t forget about me did you?” Colin taps his engorged head against your cheek. “You know you wanna make me feel good too whore. Now open.”
He slides past your lips as you part them to invite him in. Colin isn’t gentle, hitting the back of your throat, building up the thick slobber that seeps around his girth. The two of them move in tandem, and you’re at their mercy.
Each drive upwards from Ransom forces you to take more of Colin’s cock down your throat. Your face is a mess, black mascara tears mixing with the spit hanging from your chin. They handle you with such authority you’re convinced that this is where you belong, trapped between two men stuffed full of cock and cum.
Your body isn’t yours, it’s theirs, another orgasm building as these men use you for their pleasure. Both men are on the verge, Ransom exploding inside your cunt first, thick ropes of white filling you to overflow. He fucks his cum deep inside you when Colin takes his turn, the soft patch of hair at the base of his cock kisses your nose as he fills your belly with his seed.
You’ve never felt so full, the mere thought ripping another orgasm from you. You go limp, Colin pulling from you as you sag against Ransom’s body. “You with us kitten?”
You nod, letting Colin help you up, Ransom’s spunk dripping down your inner thighs. Tucking himself back into his pants, he grabs your coat, covering you and the tattered remnants of your dress, while Ransom makes himself presentable.
The train starts to move again, As the three of you move back to your respective spots, the only sign of the evening events were the streaks of cum drying on your skin.
Using this asks to just get my general feelings out, this is all I’m gonna say.
Congrats?? Ig??? For joining an internet dog pile that literally isn’t even that popular anymore?
Okay so I have always liked Tommy’s content, but like this seems so obviously tone deaf to me that I can’t believe that this is made? Like sure it’s a skit but it also feels so fucking gross for Tommy to jump onto this just for views?
And you fucking know inniters are going to eat this shit up. They’re gonna start dragging months old discourse back up just because of a joke (never mind how this is the same group that will yell about how “lack of communication killed the dream smp!!1!1!!” Yet when the very lack of communication that dream had mentioned is employed by people’s fave hispanic cc everyone acts like being opposed to that is fucking racist, Ig).
Like it makes me so upset that even Tommy is jumping on this, when it isn’t gonna solve anything and is just gonna lead to more dogpiling not just on dream but on all of his fans who are just trying to live their lives
"I gagged you immediately and spread you out on the bed and tied you to the corners. I then casually played with you, I touched every part of your body. I caressed you and had to touch every single part of you. Your face, your neck, I traced around your beasts and played with your tits. Please excuse my crassness, you are a lady. I then traced down to your sweet and hopefully wet pussy. I dipped a finger in and lightly played with your clit"
I am already wet.
Oh, yes. My insides are already wet the moment I see how you look at me while tying each of my limbs to a corner of the bed. So wet that when you finally decide to pay attention to it, you’ll find your finger sliding without resistance deep into my core. You’ll hear me moan softly behind my gag, and I’ll look at you with half-closed eyes through the veil of my lashes. You make me feel cared for and desired simply because your hard, erect cock isn’t your main priority right now—it’s me. And I like to show my gratitude.
Bring your sex close to my mouth; I want to give it a wet and warm welcome inside me too.
"Part of me thinks you asked to be tied, and I made sure you were good and secure. I added the crotch rope later to keep you entertained while I wasn't watching you"
One mutual said to me after sending me this video.
The point of being defenseless is so you can do whatever you want with me.
Yes, I can perfectly imagine myself dressing a bit more daringly than usual, so eager for you to tie me up, gag me, and play with me.
I can easily see myself asking you to do it... But you know me perfectly well; you know how annoying and stubborn I can be when I want and crave something...
So yes, you give me what I want: you tie me up, you gag me, and I can already feel your hands running all over me the moment you unbutton my shirt, expose my breasts, and pull up my skirt... And that is exactly when you leave me right where I am and go about your business, leaving me all alone in the room...
Frustrated because I didn't get my way, I moan and grunt through my gag to see if I can get you to come back to me, but you only return with one more rope, give me a crotch rope, and tell me to keep myself busy with it, because you have important things to do and I’m not one of them.
