So Needy I Want Someone’s Fingers To Slide Into Me While They Pant Out A “fuck” Because Of How

women are genuinely the greatest thing ever created, you’d be crazy not to adore them with your whole being

don't call me a good girl bc i'll take my pants off

Maybe if I keep using the "🥺" emoji she'll know that I'm pouting and want her to fuck my brains out

who wanna recreate this?🤭

Wanda always ending up on Nat's lap 🤔

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

me when she hasn't told me she loved me in awhile...

oml. begging. hands. and. knees.

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.”

how to talk to her without getting flustered? asking for a friend... ha... yeah....

stalk me. turn on post notifs for me. like every post i make. comment on every picture. go through my tags. send me creepy messages. sweet messages. anything. just pay attention to only me.

biblically need to be fingered in a library while wearing a mini skirt