Cooking Them Dinner Then Using Them Till They Can't Thing Right > Anything Else

The desire to kiss them vs. the fear of it being the wrong time 😔

Fuck anxiety but also just being with them brings me some joy.

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

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.

Just wanna hug and kiss them all over, hear their cute giggle and see their smile, and fall asleep with them in my arms.

I wouldn’t just take you. I would worship you, devour you, and ruin you in the slowest, most intoxicating way possible. My hands would move over your skin like they were meant to, like they belonged there, tracing every curve, every dip, every place that makes you tremble beneath my touch. I would make you feel so wanted, so undeniably mine, that you would forget the world existed outside of this moment.

I would start slow, teasing, keeping you on the edge, watching the way your breath catches every time I shift deeper inside you. My lips would find your neck, dragging over the heat of your skin, kissing, biting, murmuring against you, telling you how good you feel wrapped around me, how perfect you are, how I never want to stop.

I would pin your wrists above your head, locking my eyes with yours, making sure you see how much I want you, how much I need you. Every movement, slow and deliberate, deep and unrelenting, making you feel every inch of me, again and again, until you are shaking, gasping, clinging to me like I am the only thing keeping you grounded.

I would whisper against your lips, my voice low, teasing. You feel that? How perfectly you take me? How you are made for me? My mouth would claim yours, swallowing your moans, drinking in every sound, every plea, until you forget your own name and only know mine.

And I would not stop. Not until your body gives out, not until you are trembling, completely undone beneath me, your body etched with the memory of my touch. Not until you understand, without a single doubt, that you are wanted. Desired. Mine.

Because this is not just about taking you. It is about owning every inch of your pleasure, leaving you aching, ruined, and craving more.

hey just so you know i saw you spread your legs a lil wider when i put my hand on your throat. no no it’s cool i just think its cute when you act like i don’t notice how pathetic and desperate you are, like how you think i didn’t notice when you swallowed and tilted your head back to show your neck more or how you think i didn’t notice how fast your pulse was under my palm. but don’t worry, i notice everything <3

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~

What is a clown if not a friend

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~