You Care Enough About Me To Disrupt Your Schedule??? I Will Disrupt My Life For You I Love You??

there is a just something about wrapping your arms around a big strong man from behind and stroking his dick just like that. feeling his muscles shift against your chest, his little shudders and involuntary hip movements. the way his chin tucks against his chest so he can watch your hands work, the way a hand of his own comes back to grab blindly at any bit of you he can reach. not being able to see well yourself because he’s just so much bigger than you, but knowing the exact moment when he’s going to cum from the way he whines and his body tightens and his hips buck, then feeling it spill warm and gooey all over your fist <3

this could be us

A door to the sea

i wish I could fuck your mouth, and feel it, see your eyes tearing up and hearing your delicious whines and moans as I push your head down into my strap by your hair. using my foot to let you grind on me, such a pretty mess for me aren't you? you're a such a good, sweet slut for me, right darling?

need to edge a pretty boy so bad, grab his thighs and have him squeeze my neck, my mouth teasing kisses down his already overstimulated heat, poor baby with his eyes rolled back, back arching off the bed and coming undone with a whine

you won't mind if just bring a marker out right dear?

ignore it as I keep sucking hickeys into your thighs, followed by the marker writing whore

a kiss on your stomach and Mommy's on your v-line

a giggle and a string of arrows pointing to my dick

leave you on the bed all marked up in bruises and teeth marks, kisses and a marker telling everyone you're mine~

oh to corrupt a sensible man. to have him fucking his fist to the filthiest thoughts of you, your name dripping from his lips as he cums for the nth time that day. to have him stumbling on his words, trying so hard to stay focused on his current tasks, but his mind is so clouded with you he can barely do a thing. sighs

I still can't bring myself to delete your number or your photos. You lie archived, both in my memory and my phone. I don't love you and I know you were toxic but the memory of you in the past is stronger than the harm you brought

if i delete your pictures out my phone you a special type of dead to me

sorry for looking like i was going to cry when you threatened to pull out. do you still like me

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