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I want her on her knees, legs spread open as her fingers slide between them, teasing that dripping cunt just for me. Her mouth is slick and wet, tongue hanging out like the needy slut she is, eyes wide and begging as she stares up at me in pure adoration. She's desperate, trembling, waiting for me to pull her in and let her bury her tongue in my pussy and devour me like the filthy, obedient girl she is.

Dreaming of sinking into a warm bath with her, the scent of lavender thick in the air, my hands roaming over her soft thighs. Watching her chest rise and fall as my fingertips explore her skin, circling her sensitive nipples, kneading her tits gently. Her body melting against mine, shivering as I slide two fingers into her, her breath hitching at how perfectly I fill her. The way she arches up, trembling, gasping - completely undone by my touch 🤤

To see her riding me, the way her body arches and her moans spill out uncontrollably. Her legs start to tremble, her pace falters, and I can feel how close she is to cumming. She's fighting to keep going, her nails digging into my chest as she gasps, completely wrecked. Gripping her hips, holding her still as I lean up, my voice low and rough. "Tired, baby? Can't keep going?" She nods, her breath catching, eyes heavy and desperate. "That's it," I murmur, grabbing her hips firmly as I take control, driving her down harder. "Lay back and let me finish what you started. Just take it, pretty girl. Let me push you until you can't even think anymore."

I want to slide my fingers deep inside a femmes pussy, curling them as I run circles over her clit with my thumb, feeling her tremble beneath me. Pinning her wrists above her head, gripping them tight while I fuck her hard, rough, and relentless, watching her come undone under my control. Pressing hot, opened mouth kisses along the sensitive skin of her thighs, savoring every shiver, before I press my mouth against her dripping cunt, licking and sucking until she can't take it anymore.

Wishing to start the new year by fucking a femme until she’s a crying, overstimulated, mess. Now that would be the perfect way to end and begin the year

All I want is my mouth buried in a femmes dripping pussy, tasting every drop like it’s meant for me. Is that too much to ask?😫

I can’t take my eyes off her, the way she catches her breath with every stroke of my fingers, making her tits bounce. Guiding my hand between her thighs, teasing her clit with slow circles, I ask ,”does this feel good?” I watch her tremble in response, pussy getting wetter, so I can slide my fingers in. “How about now?” Her body once again responds before she can. “Are you close?”, her breath catches, her words fumbling with every thrust I give her, “you’re doing so well, give it to me.”

Want to lie under the stars and feel her body arch into mine, her legs spread open, thighs trembling, her lips quivering as my fingers are moving deep in and out of her dripping pussy. I want to worship her like the moon worships the tide, drawn closer, lost in the pull of her every breath.

I want a femme to grab me, pin me down and rake her nails over my skin as she rides me. I want to feel her scratch down my chest, my thighs, my back while she moans my name and leaves trails of red and raw proof of how good I’m making her feel. I want to feel her possessiveness in every scratch, every sting.

The idea of having you laid out, whimpering and pleading “daddy, please… please I can’t cum again, I already came, it’s too much, I can’t -“ you cry, but I know better. I give you exactly what you ask for, withdrawing my fingers and tongue, watching as your body trembles from the sudden loss. I can see the contradiction in you-the relief from overstimulation, but the yearning still written all over your face.

I don't give you time to think about it. Flipping you over, I position you just how I want, my strap pressing into your messy, needy hole in one rough thrust.

Your gasp is music to my ears. I grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back so I can see the dazed look in your eyes as I drive into you harder. My hand finds your clit, rubbing with just enough pressure to keep you squirming, teetering on the edge again.

“Take it”, I growl, my voice low and commanding. “Take it like the good slut you are!” Every sound you make, every shiver of your body, tells me exactly how much you love this, how much you need me to push you to the edge and keep you there. And I'm more than happy to oblige.

It's fucking wild how much kissing wrecks me. The way it starts with a slow, teasing drag of lips, like we have all the time in the world, before it crumbles into something messier— hungrier. Fingers curl into fabric, nails scrape over skin, like we're trying to pull each other closer, closer, until there's nothing left between us. The soft, desperate sounds that spill into the spaces between breaths, the way your teeth catch my bottom lip, or how your tongue drags against mine.

Craving to taste her, to feel her clit throbbing under my tongue, the way her body shudders beneath my touch. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling and tugging as she pulls me closer, as if she can’t get enough. Her juices trailing down my chin while my arms stay hooked around her thighs, keeping her still while I take my time, alternating from soft, teasing flicks of my tongue to deep, focused pressure. Every gasp, every tremble fuels me, and I savor her completely, letting her feel just how much I want her

Watching her tremble beneath me, completely undone, trembling after every orgasm. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve pushed her to the edge, but her flushed face and tearful moans make me crave more. I lean in close, so close she can feel the heat of my breath against her ear, my voice low and teasing, "Come on, baby. One more, for me." Her moans turn into choked sobs as her back arches, and I feel her crash completely, unable to hold back anymore, squirting all over my strap and stomach, I can’t help but grin. Holding her close to keeping her steady while her body trembles, knowing l've completely claimed every last piece of her

Needing sleeping morning cuddles that turns into lazy tender sex. Bodies tangled beneath the sheets, my thigh firmly pressing between her legs, pulling up her night shirt exposing her skin. My hands trailing up her stomach and squeezing her breasts as she grinds on my thigh, smearing a slickness across my skin. Pressing warm, open mouthed kisses along her shoulder and up her neck. Just for her to scoot back and teasingly rub her ass against me.

I want her on her back, laid out so I can see every reaction she has when I'm inside her. I want to watch the rise and fall of her chest, the subtle tremble in her breaths, and every little expression that crosses her beautiful face. I want to see her completely, to drink her in, to savor her.

When she gets shy and tries to close her thighs, I'll pull them apart gently, unable to look away-she's just too breathtaking beneath me.

I want to worship her. I want to kiss every inch of her body, murmuring how gorgeous she is with each kiss. I want to tell her how perfect she sounds, how sweet she tastes. I want her to repeat every soft praise I give her, her voice trembling when she does, and I reward her with a tender kiss where she craves it most.

I want to feel her, to slip my fingers inside and savor the way she grips them, the way her body reacts when I tell her exactly how much I love touching her. I want to lose myself in her warmth, to tell her again and again how incredible she feels, how utterly irresistible she is, until there's no doubt in her mind

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