Sorry For So Many Horny Posts, I’m Horny

Not that i have any followers on this account really but I will let you all know what interests me…

1. I love going to the gym and working out

2. I love to write and am an author

3. I love to read fantasy

4. I love sports, especially hockey and f1

5. I love movies and constantly upload reviews on letterboxd

A couple hand pics for you all :)

Want to be on my knees and forced to stroke myself to get mommy’s attention

nestling my head in their pretty tits, as I finger them, muttering how pretty they are, drunk in their scent

holding her down in a prone bone position, holding her waist securely, thrusting with power, feeling her tighten around me...

it would be so fun to post myself on here

I am lucky to be a switch because I am pretty big, tall, bearded, and muscular, which sadly most fdoms don't enjoy...

which is disappointing

please please pleasee :*(

Pretty boys belong between my thighs, tongue out, eyes up—desperate to please. Make a mess, baby, that’s all you’re good for

masturbation concept

Dressed in nothing but my white collared shirt, your fingers brush against the collar as you close your eyes, savouring the feeling of my touch, completely enveloping you. With your eyes shut, your hands move across your body, desperately starved for my touch. Your fingers graze your breasts, tugging against the shirt, as you slowly unbutton the top few buttons, before sliding your hands down between your legs, to play with yourself in my shirt, covered by my scent, urgently pleasuring yourself as you moan out my name, placing your other hand around your throat,

You sit, your hands trembling as you grip the collar of my shirt. The soft fabric brushes against your skin, and the scent of my cologne fills your nostrils, bringing about an intense longing. Your eyes are closed, and your breath comes in sharp sighs. Your other hand moves between the buttons of your collar, tracing the firm lines of your breasts. Your heart quickens, as you want more. Your voice is a breathy whisper; my name is slipping off your lips, laced with desire. Your hands slide down between your legs, seeking the slightest bit of intimacy. Your other hand cups your throat, the pressure of your fingers sending shivers down your spine. The desire burning deep within you grows more intense with the thought of feeling me inside you. You can't take it anymore, all you want is for me to make you feel good.