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All I wanna do it wrap my legs tight around you, hold your face while I moan "i love you" and hear you groan louder for me then breathe heavily letting out a "fuuuck, I love you too" and you feel this fat, creamy pussy grip you extra tight as I beg you to fill me with every hot sticky drop of your cum. I need you to mark your territory and bust deep inside me Daddy 😩🫠🤤😈😍
Horny and craving beyond any comprehension 😩😩😩 I don't even know what I'm craving any more. All I know is I'm frustrated and need some relief. I think if you just come and pull my legs apart and lay on top of me, making me feel all of your weight on me, and all of your throbbing girth inside me, it will fix everything 🫠 maybe throw in a mixture of small sweet kisses and long passionate kisses for good measure?
Really miss having someone who feeds my voice kink and sapiosexual needs all in one 😩 send me voice messages all day, all night, whenever I'm on your mind, if you miss me, crave me, if the thought of me made your heart skip a beat and put a smile in your face. Whenever a random question crossed your mind. Open the floodgates of your mind and let it all flow out onto me while I melt over how sexy your voice is. The bass, your accent, your vocabulary. Deep, demanding submission without effort, so attentive.
Let your voice fuck my mind in every way possible 😩🫠😍
The desire to eat raw eggs like my ancient scavenging ancestor rat thing did is nearly taking me over. I have around 60 raw eggs just sitting there, waiting for me to dig in like I was designed too.
Kind of sad and disappointed that I don't get to go to work tomorrow proudly wearing the marks that you should be leaving on my body. Some in areas that only you have access to. Others that can be seen when my skirt rides up slightly as I cross my legs. Or when my sleeve slips exposing my chest and shoulder just a tiny bit. Markings well covered but very much felt with every movement I make. Making me ache all over again as I flinch from the slight pain and remember the exact moment and technique you used to gift me with that mark. Bite marks, bruises, imprints of your hand and fingertips.
Controlling my grin when I'm talking to colleagues and see their eye move slightly as they spot one of your markings on me and the change in their face and tone. Distracted. Curious. Shocked. My happiness unmeasurable as I walk among the public, proudly showing off my ownership. Your artwork. The way you've marked your property. And the instant I see you again as you walk me to the car, your hands grip your favourite markings that lay under my clothes as your lips so softly touch mine with a slight grin. Whispering asking if I had a good day and if I'm ready to go home. Looking deep in your eyes, knees weakened, all I can do is bite my body lip and nod my head yes. And just like that, you have me ready and craving you all over again.
Just lay on top of me, between my legs. Sink deep inside me and put all your weight on me. Slow, lazy, passionate kisses. Our moans heavy, coming from deep within. Right now I need my mind to melt away as we melt into each other. Nothing in this world but us in this very moment. My soul at ease because of you. Feeling me grip and soak you. Our hips still intentionally. I feel all of you. You feel all of me. How you make me grip and soak all of you. Then you nuzzle into my neck as we start to doze. After that first snore wakes us up, you hook your arm under my left leg and flip me to the side. Holding me tight from behind and still inside me, we both exhale heavy and slip back into that heavenly sleep knowing we're right where we're meant to be.
God I miss having my voice kink needs met! Fuck everything else. I need a deep voice. The kind of voice that makes me feel like I'm in trouble with my father. The sound of authority. The bass that makes me submissive without even realising. But the confidence and assertiveness that makes me know I'm your property. That you take care of and adore your property. That I'm protected and safe against the world, but will also be used appropriately, no questions. Knowing the perfect alignment of words to make my heart beat faster, my mind come to a halt, and my juices drip down my inner thighs.
One second we're laughing, perfect banter, deep conversations, building a bond. And then the next...your tone changes and my body instantly reacts. And because you know me so well, even my moment of silence as I try to get myself together, makes you know you've got me again. Instantly putty in your hands. And then the fun begins in a whole other way.
I need help! 🫠😵💫🥺🫦
Low key jealous of the girls with the petite 😻 that sits snug in their panties like it's supposed to. Tryna deal with the front wedgies discretely is so fkn annoying 😂 sending strength and patience to my fellow women with the fat kitty 🫶🏼
