Good Pumpum Need Cover

Ass: full

Pussy: empty

Tits: out

Like a good girl should be :)

Elisabeth in neons ropes R&P Skapal Photography©

Find a freak who smiles and giggles back at you when you slap your cock on their face.

get u a man who replies to all parts of the paragraph you sent him.

Is that what they call ‘food porn’?

i just came all over my corn dildo, call it creamed corn (true story)

Heaven on a plate

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There’s something so fucking hot about the idea of you lying there, completely at my mercy, while I tease you until you’re a whimpering, begging mess. Your lips parted, your eyes glazed over, and your mind going blank—nothing but the need for my cock consuming you. And I’m not going to give it to you. Not yet.

I’d start by standing over you, my dick already hard and throbbing, just out of reach. You’d try to lean forward, to take me into your mouth, but I’d stop you with a firm hand on your shoulder. “Not yet,” I’d growl, my voice low and commanding. “You don’t get to decide when.”

Instead, I’d drag the tip of my cock across your face, tracing your lips, your cheeks, your forehead. You’d whimper, your tongue darting out to try and taste me, but I’d pull away just in time, leaving you desperate and frustrated. “You want it that bad, huh?” I’d taunt, slapping my dick lightly against your cheek. “Look at you, already cock drunk and I haven’t even let you suck it yet.”

I’d keep teasing you, rubbing my length over your face, letting the precum smear across your skin. You’d be squirming beneath me, your pussy dripping just from the anticipation, but I wouldn’t let you touch yourself. No, you’d have to wait. You’d have to earn it.

“You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” I’d murmur, pressing the head of my cock against your lips but not letting you take it in. “You’d do anything to feel me in your mouth, wouldn’t you? To feel me fucking your throat until you can’t breathe?”

You’d nod eagerly, your eyes pleading, but I’d just chuckle and pull away again. “Patience, baby. You’ll get what you want when I say so.”

And then, just when you’re about to lose it, I’d finally give in. I’d grab the back of your head and push my cock into your mouth, watching as your lips stretch around me. You’d moan around my shaft, your tongue swirling as you finally get what you’ve been craving. But even then, I wouldn’t let you have full control. I’d fuck your face, setting the pace, making sure you know exactly who’s in charge.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl,” I’d groan, my hands tangled in your hair. “You’ve been so desperate for this, haven’t you? My cock is all you can think about.”

And it would be. By the time I’m done with you, you’d be a trembling, cock-drunk mess, your face covered in spit and precum, your pussy aching for more. But that’s a story for another time.