Oml. Begging. Hands. And. Knees.

pls pls pls

“can you take it?” 10/10

“you can take it.” 11/10

“fucking take it.” ♾️/10

I love the sweet in-between.

When your body is jolting forward with every deep, punishing thrust, the headboard slamming in rhythm against the wall. Your breath comes in choked, stuttering gasps, and I can see your arms trembling from holding on.

But my voice?

Oh, it’s as soft as a caress. Honeyed. Sweet. Soothing. Like I’m whispering bedtime stories while I’m fucking the thoughts out of your pretty little head.

“Oh, baby… are you fussing again?” I coo gently as I thrust harder, sharp and deep. “You’re squirming so much… does it feel too good?”

You cry out, high and broken, but you don’t answer. So, I press my hand to the small of your back, guiding your arch just a little deeper, the angle cruel in how perfectly it hits you.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I hushes you, “just let it happen, sweetheart.”

Your body jerks again as I drive into you, relentless. Your fingers claw at the sheets, your moans spilling into whines, into pleads, into nothing coherent.

And I just smile.

“You’re doing so good for Mommy,” I whisper like it’s a secret. “Taking me so well. I knew you would.”

You try to lift your head, maybe to speak, but my hand tangles gently in your hair and presses your cheek back down to the pillow, slow. Loving. Uncompromising.

“Don’t think, baby.” Another deep thrust. “You don’t have to think at all. Let Mommy do the thinking for you.”

You sob into the sheets and I kiss your shoulder, so tenderly it’s almost cruel.

“That’s my good girl,” I breathe. “So sensitive. So full.”

My pace doesn’t let up. I watch your thighs tremble, your back shine with sweat, your poor, ruined pussy sucking the strap back in every time I pull out.

And still I whisper.

“You're my favorite thing to come home to.” “You sound so pretty when you cry.” “I’ll take care of you after, I promise… just a little longer, okay?”

You break around me, body tensing, voice gone, pleasure ripping through you in a wave you couldn’t stop if you tried.

And I moan softly, lovingly.

“There you go, baby… that’s it. That’s what Mommy wanted.”

lets sleep naked together and first one to wake up uses the other person 🤭

chat how do i say i'm clingy without saying it? am i cooked?

want someone to do this to me:(

THIS IS ABOUT SAPPHIC SEX. MEN AND MINORS DNI.

fucking a girl while they’re ovulating is such a fever dream. pussy is wetter than ever and she’s so sensitive ! grope her tits, ass or thighs and poor angel is already whimpering. and forget about taking it slow— her panties are a wet sticky mess since you first kissed her, heart pounding while her mind can only think about being held down so you can fuck her nice and deep. strap hitting that sweet spot over and over, her shaky inner thighs drenched with her juices and that sweet cunt taking everything you give. and fuck, do they get dumb and overstimulated so easily… eyes rolled back and mouth wide open, drool running down on her pretty swollen lips and that soft skin glistening with sweat. and that whiny, broken voice… begging for you to “please, please breed me, breed me, breed me” with their back arched and those teary pretty eyes looking back at you, just waiting to hear “you want me to fill you up, hm princess? then just lie there and take every drop like the cumdump you are.”

Do I wanna get pregnant?? Fuck no.

Do I want you to fill me over and over with your strap till I'm dripping with your cum just to make sure you're breeding me well? Yes, please, please, please.

This post is about lesbian sex, men and minors dni

explain things to me like im dumb while i warm your strap < 3333

Chappell roan really spoke to me when she said "Order up, i'm hot to go"

so needy i want someone’s fingers to slide into me while they pant out a “fuck” because of how wet i am

night . because if it was a good night i would be in her bed whimpering rn