so glad i found ur blog omg. i am desperate for Lynz + G writers. or Lynz x reader, specifically anything to do with her thighs,, mama mia
Lynz thigh worship now and for the righteous and holy. mother may I-
Laying your head onto her lap, you kneel at her feet in the office. a position you know well. `its comforting and smells like her. sweet and floral, like a bed slept well in.
You mouth at the middle of her thigh- kissing the skin there, tongue swiping soft licks in quick succession, chasing a sensation of consuming, eating the flesh there. as she brings a hand softly through your hair, petting you down. you nip softly, mewling as she laughs above you- she's still sketching, working through a new piece on the desk above you.
it's easy to slip into a headspace unbeknownst to you here. a space that's greedy, spoiled. a space that makes you feel non-verbal, precious and beautiful. a creature deserving- worthy of her attention. you nip harsher, moan louder. look at me, look at what you've done to me, this, this skin is mine and I want more.
she tugs quickly, one two, as her hand reaches the nape of your neck- you're drooling now, leaving slick trails across the specific and single soft spot on her thigh, you look up- pupils blown and mouth red and puffy. She's looking down at you, hand holding your head still and she gives a soft smile- shifting her skirt up slightly without using her hands- I mean they are both occupied. and she's close too scolding you, batting your obsessive little mouth away with a simple nod- but instead, she hitches her hips forward kindly- and whispers over to you- "You want some, kitty?" and you do. you do want.
