𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕪 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕓 @the-luinguini-man - Tumblr Blog

need a pretty boy to degrade <3 he’d be such a good little slut, i wouldn’t even need to tie him down. as he lays down i kiss and bite at him, all the way down to his pretty little cock. tell him to stay still as he whines and groans beneath me. teasing him till he cums in my mouth. then while he’s laying there like the stupid thing he is, i grab him by the jaw and spit his own cum into his pretty little mouth. telling him to swallow and asking how it tastes, calling him a pathetic slut for liking it. <3

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Needy subs begging for pleasure are so adorable... yes, hump me, beg me, look at me with those needy little eyes, tell me you belong to me. I want you to lose touch with anything else and just worry about relaxing and acting like a good little slut you are.

I'll take care of anything else, you're safe, just be my personal little toy you've always meant to be.

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Holding her hand while eating her pussy.

thelittlelostprincess333

Spit in my mouth and tell me it’s yours💕

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perfectfeelings

“I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday.”

— Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

perfectquote

“No matter what you look like or think you look like you’re special and loved and perfect just the way you are.”

— Unknown

We're all broken love, jagged around the edges and missing little pieces of ourselves. But sometimes in life we meet someone who's equally broken, who's jagged edges match our own and fills those voids in our souls, almost like a puzzle piece. Separate, we are parts of ourselves, like a picture, blurry and unintelligible. But if you put those pieces together, the picture becomes clearer, and those rough edges much less noticeable. Like it was meant to be.

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leonardospoetry

If you open your heart and welcome the night, you’ll see that darkness is just a new place to shine your own light.

leonardospoetry

Light and darkness can’t exist without each-other. Day and night are born from their encounter.

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i had an idea for a poem a little while ago but it got lost in life, in time, under a chair, under the blankets, outside a frosty window, beneath a quiet floorboard, under my tongue, inside your eyes