need to get high until i'm unable to think while he sucks my dick.
yes puppy, you're doing so well, keep going until i'm all you can taste. keep going until i'm incoherently whining and mindlessly trying to fuck your face. keep going until there's a mess on both of us.
he made me roll a cig while he was fingering me and it was fucking hot i cant stop thinking about it my hands were trembling and i couldnt focus since my only thought was more more more
he then proceeded to smoke it without stopping his hand and goddammit i think i coulve cum just by how he looked at me because he knows he can get me weak in a second and i just love cumming on his fingers it feels so fucking good
Call me "pretty boy" and my vision instantly goes dark with uncontrollable lust
continuing to suck their dick after they cum until all they can do is whine for me… <3
i need him to sit on my lap, grab me by the hair, force my head back, and bite my neck like his life depends on it. i'm not saying it'd fix me, but it would change the direction in which my life is heading.
violently making out where we just are so handsy and keep pulling eachother closer- hands in hair- grabbing clothing to get impossibility closer- whining and groaning getting all our frustration and anger out ending up finishing covered in love marks bite marks scratches panting and absolutely pleased with ourselves
he's so pretty when he's teary eyed.
because aww, are you desperate? is it too much for you puppy? you're not allowed to cum yet~ be a good boy and keep rutting against me like a dog.
it's okay if you cry, you'd look so good crying like this.
he's so pretty. and he's all mine.
I'm not jealous I just think you'd look prettier wearing my initial on a chain around your neck and covered with bruises and hickeys. It's perfectly reasonable
If the god in your church doesn't love you
Kneel at my altar instead
Nothing turns me on more than someone playing with my mouth. Press your thumb to my lips and it's going in my mouth. Let me kiss, bite and suck. Let me taste you. Sit on my face as I eat you out, or hold me down and fuck my throat. I want my mouth to be your favorite toy.
Hearing the phrase “I touched myself while thinking about you” makes me become so dysfunctional. Like 🫠… really?… tell me what you were thinking? Promise you’ll do it again for me? And keep telling me? Please, please, please…