Mutual masturbation is so hot to me. Like, we’re both getting off just thinking about fucking each other? Touching ourselves while we tell each other what we want to do? Absolutely yes.

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Mutual masturbation is so hot to me. Like, we’re both getting off just thinking about fucking each other? Touching ourselves while we tell each other what we want to do? Absolutely yes.
"Look at me" he whispered, and it wasn't a request.
It’s the way his thumb caught my bottom lip, pulling it down just enough to expose the ache. It’s the way the air left the room when he realized I wasn't going to look away. Some people want flowers; I want the look in his eyes when he decides he’s done being patient.
Sometimes you don’t want 'pretty.' You want raw, unscripted, and urgent. The kind of night where the clothes are a nuisance and the bed is an afterthought. Less talk, more teeth. Give me something primal that leaves the heart racing and the sheets a mess
i want your hands on me no hesitation, no space left between wanting and taking.
I think about it more than I should. The way your touch would feel, firm and certain, like you already know exactly what I need before I say a word. It’s not soft curiosity I crave it’s intention. Heat. The kind of touch that makes my breath catch and my thoughts scatter.
My body has been holding onto this tension for too long, wound tight with it, waiting for the moment you finally decide to close the distance. I don’t want to wonder anymore. I don’t want to imagine.
I want to feel it.
I want to feel you.
So stop taking your time.
Somewhere between “don’t start” and “you better stop,”
there’s this dangerous little moment where the air changes.
You’re close enough that I can feel your breath slow down.
Close enough that the silence starts saying things we haven’t.
Your hand lingers a second too long.
My heartbeat pretends it doesn’t notice.
And suddenly every innocent thing feels… less innocent.
The way you look at me like you’re deciding something.
The way I don’t move away.
We both know exactly what kind of trouble this is.
The question is
who’s going to be the one that gives in first? ✨
My mind’s dirty, my pulse is worse.
Even silence feels obscene in this room.
I’m throbbing with thoughts I shouldn’t entertain.
But oh, I’m entertaining all of them.
just want a bicep to bite and someone to eat me out:/
dripping wet. I neeed me some good hands on my pussy
Mouth on my tits .
can someone please tell me why the fuck am I so horny 24/7 these days.
She deserves to be asked about her day while you touch her and tease her about how she answeres
All broken and breathy
She deserves to be kissed with such intensity that she never questions how you want her
All passionate and sloppy
She deserves to be fingered until she’s rolling her eyes back arching her back off the bed
All sweaty and desperate
She deserves to be edged until she’s begging you to let her cum
All whiny and frustrated
She deserves to be fucked hard the way all good girls deserve to be fucked
All used and satisfied
Need.
One slow kiss on my neck and my whole body forgets how to behave.
Getting dragged onto someone’s lap and ground against them should be a basic human right.
Being pushed back onto a bed and climbed over like prey is my favorite kind of disaster.
I need someone to ruin my sleep schedule, my posture, and my ability to think straight. Not feelings. Just impact. I want the type of kiss that knocks a constellation loose. The type of touch that makes my knees stage a protest. I want someone's breath on my neck like a warning sign that I'm about to make terrible, wonderful decisions.
Anyways. Hi.
I don’t want soft kisses… I want chaos pressed to my chest, heat in my veins, hands that leave me trembling and craving more.Tell me your sins and I’ll show you mine.I’m a storm you won’t survive, but maybe you’ll beg to stay.💋✨
Soft lips, sharp thoughts, and a habit of causing problems.
Hi that's me. 💋