Who Wanna Recreate This?🤭

This woman doesn’t realize how fast I’d get on my knees for her

“I’m sorry I came without permission, I just couldn’t take it anymore” sub and “It’s okay sweetie now I’m just going to have to fuck your cute little cunt and milk every last drop of cum out of you until all you can do is twitch and squeak” dom

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

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

girl that says ''ohh i knoww babyyy'' as shes slowly breaking me with her fingers. pushing that spot so good i cant see straight, or speak. stroking my teary face with her other hand. (please)

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....

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

not even a fucking joke when your anxiety comes with feeling like youre about to throw up in public… it’s like your body telling you to keep it under control or else it’ll make your anxiety EVERYONE’s problem

just messy af

everyone says love your body but does my body love me… 😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒 #toxic