I Wouldn’t Just Take You. I Would Worship You, Devour You, And Ruin You In The Slowest, Most Intoxicating

I love finding all those sensitive spots.

Reading your body language as I touch you, squeezing tight or gently dragging my finger along your body. Seeing those little squirms as I touch you until you're squirming for something more,,,

Its expecially fun to turn them on in public with such innocent movements as you watch them try and hide it~

Love watching them try and grind making those sweet pathetic noises~

You'd look so pretty sitting on my thigh, darling. Would it affect you if I started to bounce it? Get all shy and embarrassed because it feels a little too good, doesn't it?

Go ahead, princess. Use my thigh to get off while I sit and watch your pretty self become a whiny mess.

Wanna leave them like this,,

Ddlg isn't just about a little girl and old man, You assholes. It’s about knowing and taking an interest into a smart sophisticated mature feminist woman and turning her into a silly pathetic filthy little cockwhore by providing a safe, comfortable, transparent, mutual kinky environment and fucking her with your intelligence, maturity, care and love.

Both wanna tease them to the point where they can't think straight while being all dominant but also wanna ask every 5 seconds if im going to far or doing too much.

Doesnt help when they go non-verbal and I only get mumbles in response- lol it's cute though

Ooo-

Wonderful idea, ill be using this~

Spooning but I press the tip of my cock to the entrance of your pussy then play with your tits and bite your neck until you're wet enough to thrust all the way inside in one go~

Real ù.ű

she thought she knew herself

but i knew better

watching, studying, dissecting every little tell, every shift in her breath, every glance that lingered a second too long. mapping out the contours of her mind the way my delicate hands mapped out her the curves of her body—thorough, patient, methodical

i let her think she had control, that she was just indulging a sweet fantasy, dipping her toes into the dark waters of surrender. but she was already mine. i had already freely rewritten the way she thought about pleasure and pain, yet more importantly about her very self

a well-placed word, a knowing smirk, a slight pause between my demeaning commands. it didn’t take much. the moment she realized that i knew exactly what she needed before she did—that i could unravel her with nothing but a whisper—was the moment she crumbled

trembling, stumbling over her own thoughts, her own words. nothing made her wetter with arousal than the realization that i had been watching her, collecting her secrets, crafting her undoing with meticulous precision

so when she lay before me, bare in more ways than one, her luscious lips parted in breathless anticipation, her pretty pupils blown wide with something close to fear, i only smiled knowingly

"you don’t have to tell me what you want, darling doll, i already know."

and when i devoured her, when i reduced her to a sobbing, pleading mess—when i left her ruined in my welcoming arms, shaking and spent from one too many orgasms—she finally understood what it meant to belong to someone who knew her better than she knew herself

I just want to fuck you so well you need a shower and nap. So I can join you in the shower and wash your hair and you can wake to the smell of me cooking for you.

I'm not asking for much.

It's adorable how a little dark eyeshadow just turns their brain right off-

Cooking them dinner then using them till they can't thing right > Anything else