Biblically Need To Be Fingered In A Library While Wearing A Mini Skirt

hehe.

"Yeah? You want your legs over my shoulders while I have you by the neck, only applying pressure when I fuck you harder. Watching your eyes roll back from me using you like a pathetic little toy."

MMPHHMHPMMGODYESFUCKINGPLEASE 🤭

girl that says ''ohh i knoww babyyy'' as shes slowly breaking me with her fingers. pushing that spot so good i cant see straight, or speak. stroking my teary face with her other hand. (please)

how to talk to her without getting flustered? asking for a friend... ha... yeah....

Being forced to cum repeatedly, on a strap, with a hand around my throat, would cure everything wrong with me I fear

want someone to do this to me:(

THIS IS ABOUT SAPPHIC SEX. MEN AND MINORS DNI.

fucking a girl while they’re ovulating is such a fever dream. pussy is wetter than ever and she’s so sensitive ! grope her tits, ass or thighs and poor angel is already whimpering. and forget about taking it slow— her panties are a wet sticky mess since you first kissed her, heart pounding while her mind can only think about being held down so you can fuck her nice and deep. strap hitting that sweet spot over and over, her shaky inner thighs drenched with her juices and that sweet cunt taking everything you give. and fuck, do they get dumb and overstimulated so easily… eyes rolled back and mouth wide open, drool running down on her pretty swollen lips and that soft skin glistening with sweat. and that whiny, broken voice… begging for you to “please, please breed me, breed me, breed me” with their back arched and those teary pretty eyes looking back at you, just waiting to hear “you want me to fill you up, hm princess? then just lie there and take every drop like the cumdump you are.”

omg why is it SO HARD for the universe to just find me a girlfriend????? like I could literally be sloppy kissing a hot woman while riding her thigh with her hand under my shirt right now, but im just NOT??????? instead I'm alone in my room unloved like every other day????? fuck everything.

tell me im yours while you're fucking me into the mattress

tell me im yours while you're kissing me with so much tongue i moan with how wet it sounds

tell me im yours while your hands grip my waist so tight that they leave bruises

tell me im yours while your teeth bite into my neck

tell me im yours while you tell me how pretty i am when i take your strap or fingers in so well

tell me im yours while i make all the broken sounds for you

tell me im yours while you blame me for how feral i make you

tell me im yours while i cum for you, so much, repeatedly

tell me im yours while i cry from all the stimulation

tell me im yours while you tell me that i can take it, bc i always do

tell me im yours while you kiss down my body, gently, softly, bc i deserve it, after being so good for you

tell me im yours while you gather me in your arms and press your lips to everywhere you can reach while i slowly catch back my breath

tell me im yours bc maybe i want to be.

"Atta girl" ok ig im on my knees now.

I love the sweet in-between.

When your body is jolting forward with every deep, punishing thrust, the headboard slamming in rhythm against the wall. Your breath comes in choked, stuttering gasps, and I can see your arms trembling from holding on.

But my voice?

Oh, it’s as soft as a caress. Honeyed. Sweet. Soothing. Like I’m whispering bedtime stories while I’m fucking the thoughts out of your pretty little head.

“Oh, baby… are you fussing again?” I coo gently as I thrust harder, sharp and deep. “You’re squirming so much… does it feel too good?”

You cry out, high and broken, but you don’t answer. So, I press my hand to the small of your back, guiding your arch just a little deeper, the angle cruel in how perfectly it hits you.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I hushes you, “just let it happen, sweetheart.”

Your body jerks again as I drive into you, relentless. Your fingers claw at the sheets, your moans spilling into whines, into pleads, into nothing coherent.

And I just smile.

“You’re doing so good for Mommy,” I whisper like it’s a secret. “Taking me so well. I knew you would.”

You try to lift your head, maybe to speak, but my hand tangles gently in your hair and presses your cheek back down to the pillow, slow. Loving. Uncompromising.

“Don’t think, baby.” Another deep thrust. “You don’t have to think at all. Let Mommy do the thinking for you.”

You sob into the sheets and I kiss your shoulder, so tenderly it’s almost cruel.

“That’s my good girl,” I breathe. “So sensitive. So full.”

My pace doesn’t let up. I watch your thighs tremble, your back shine with sweat, your poor, ruined pussy sucking the strap back in every time I pull out.

And still I whisper.

“You're my favorite thing to come home to.” “You sound so pretty when you cry.” “I’ll take care of you after, I promise… just a little longer, okay?”

You break around me, body tensing, voice gone, pleasure ripping through you in a wave you couldn’t stop if you tried.

And I moan softly, lovingly.

“There you go, baby… that’s it. That’s what Mommy wanted.”

stalk me. turn on post notifs for me. like every post i make. comment on every picture. go through my tags. send me creepy messages. sweet messages. anything. just pay attention to only me.