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I MOVED

i’m horny, you’re horny, life sucks, existing is expensive, orgasms are free, let’s come together and cum together

I’m Her • 30s • queer/pan • domme/switch

kinky • silly • open-minded • unfortunately, usa (PST)

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Me rn, fucking myself on my stupid Monday meeting call that could’ve been an email. The only “jobs” I’m interested in start with “blow”, “hand”, “tit”, “thigh,” or “foot.”

Where are you though? Beneath me. You’re also under me in the physical sense, like the good little puppy that you are. I’m gonna fuck your face while I reply to my supervisor. I want my clit to learn the slope of your nose better than my finger knows my own. Pressing you into me when you lick me at just the right spot.

Each time I check one thing off my to-do list, I use a new writing utensil to cross it off. Then I lower it beneath the table, sticking it in your mouth, and make you fuck me with it. Adding more and more past your pretty lips until my pen cup is empty and I’m “crossing off” squiggles just to torment you. You’re drooling and dropping every dead pen, used highlighter, and dried marker I have to my name, hearing them plop left and right all over the floor.

Joke’s on you though, I saved this email to my drafts 10 minutes ago, right after my third orgasm. Kinda like how my call ended early today. Who have I been talking to? You, my love. I’m recording a voice note that I’ll send you later and make you listen to it in full right before your own meeting starts.

I like watching you sign in all frazzled, dick hard, leaking precum through your pants, desperately smacking your cheeks to stimulate your flushed face and blushed cheeks. Giggling to myself at the I mess that you’ve become at my hands, knowing I made the right call making you get a WFH job so I can play with you all day long. You’re all mine. Your slurping sounds just audible enough from the next room. Be a good boy and whimper louder for me next time. Your moans make for such lovely background music. Now focus up, baby. Your meeting starts in five.

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