Rough Sex Is Cool And All But Imagine Making Love To A Virgin Priest. Him Putting Trust In You. Teaching

FELLOW HAPPY TRAIL ENTHUSIAST, THOUGHTS ON THE GREY IN THE BURLY BEAST'S HAPPY TRAIL

do i appreciate sunlight. do i love the sound of birds in the morning. is the thought of milking that old man like a cow one that haunts me often.

ALSO. Me again. I sent the “I need to ride Fritz Ludwig” ask too but I failed to mention that what sparked that want in the first place was (quietly, I only really noticed this instance after my second rewatch) when we see him wake up at his desk; something about the lighting, the thought of, in another sort of scenario, either you riding him in his chair haloed by the moonlight, or you sitting on top of his desk while he kneels before you and takes you in his mouth.

The BIGGEST thing that sparked the realization was on my first rewatch when I got to the elevator scene. I both am and am not sorry, but genuinely there’s something to the thought of riding him in the elevator that always gets me, the dim flickering light shrouding you.

okay i havent thought of the elevator scene that way but honestly the way he was posing in it...

why did he have to look hot when in distress-

oh to be held in someone's lap while they edge me and coo in my ear about how pretty i look when i'm desperate like this

bf with an oral fixation eating me out for his own stress relief-

Blue hour desperation

*unzipping your pants* so like do you think the universe crafted your soul to merge with mine? *pulls them down* like do you think you’re made to inevitable be mine? *looks up at you with my mouth full* hm?

GOD. Sometimes I think about Fritz Ludwig and I find myself wanting to be just almost teasingly, indulgently tender for him. I want to kiss along his neck and jaw while I stroke his cock, want to murmur praise that almost feels like such wonderful sin pressed against his skin. Maybe I bring him to sink further against the crook of my neck as the pace of my hand grows, maybe I ride him slowly with my temple pressed to his and my hand over his heart, but I want him to feel the true weight of devotion in every ounce of worship I shower upon him, to feel the sheer warmth and strength of sanctuary as he cums for me.

AND ALSO. Sometimes I think about Fritz Ludwig and I really want to give him the chance to take his pleasure from me. I need to feel his fingers tug my hair as he loses himself to the pleasure of the warmth of my mouth. I need that man to praise me like something truly sacred all while his pace is something downright unforgiving when he’s inside me. There’s prayers in the lovebites that cover me and worship in every thrust, and oh, I can truly feel the bliss of heaven when he cums inside of me.

anons here are mastering the art of religious erotica with a dash of blasphemy over this one guy and i personally love that for us

Sending this off-anon because at first I accidentally hit the unfollow button in the midst of trying to send this, EMBARRASSED AS HELL

ANYWAY. I don't have anything super concrete to pitch with this, but I've been thinking about Medic's boots lately and I feel like in one regard or another you fired a beam at me. Genuinely thought about grinding down against them and I've been stuck in such a deep flustered fog for the past 40 minutes.

he knows what he's doing. the whore :D

I can't keep it anymore.

Also, I don't know a good shop website where I can make this body pillow.

А может тг сделать с фулами таких работ? Or perhaps make a discord channel, where I'll begin to show full version of such works