#sweetncr

[illicitvffairs]

⊰ — INTERACTION | tba

based on diced pineapples by rick ross ft. drake & wale

like to get deep, but i hate to be too deeply involved; how sweet is you let me see some proof, fuck making pussy talk, i like to make it sing a tune

      FIORIA TRIED NOT to laugh at the female beneath her, writhing and swearing, but she loved the dominance over someone else.     ‘     what’s wrong, baby? was that too much?    ’     the teasing, falsely innocent tone of the brunette ringing clear in otherwise quiet bedroom. lithe fingers trailed up the other’s quaking thighs, a devious smirk curving her lips as she settled further between parted legs.     ‘     i can’t help it. you taste so good. i could do this for hours. i want to taste you and tease you until my jaw is aching.    ’     as she spoke, she pulled the smaller female closer, lips pressing up against her girlfriend’s sex. fi hummed softly, letting the sound vibrate against sensitive skin  before drawing her clit in to suck and slowly flick her tongue over the bundle of nerves. she liked to take her time, dragging and unhurried motions as she savoured the taste of the other and enjoyed the feeling of her lips soaking from another woman’s juices. pulling back slightly, she whispered,     ‘    come on baby, do you think you can give me just one more?     ’ // @sweetncr

[illicitvffairs]

⊰ — INTERACTION | tba

based on skin by mac miller

you hide your skin like you're shy or there's something wrong you stop this when you got nothin' on, yeah

      STANDING BEFORE THEM had her nervous. her lack of experience aside, magdalena knew she’d only been with the father of her child before this. everyone assumed because of her occupation that she was a vixen, sexually fluid and free, but truthfully, she didn’t know what she was doing; she was an actress. every bit of confidence they saw was real, but her navigation through arousal and performance was faked. soft music played in the background, her body instinctively swaying to the beat as she tried to relax, but their eyes bore into her and caused her skin to feel too hot. moving without thought, magda fell into routine. look sexy, be appealing, do what felt right. piece by piece, her clothes fell to the floor and she grew more comfortable. the less she had on, the better she felt. chilled air on her bare skin, body twisting and grinding and turning along with the music - her self consciousness disappeared.      ‘    do you want me?     ’     the question came quiet, delicately posed as she moved closer and placed their hands on her body while she danced. lap dances at work were removed” she pretended to care, to want, to lust, and then collected her money and went along for the next victim. this, though, felt different. she felt fevered and arousal welled in the pit of her stomach. the image of their bodies twined together was too appealing and she couldn’t help adding,    ‘    i want you to do it. take me. however you want to. make me like it.     ’ // @sweetncr