Unglaubliche

I had a seven hour drive home last night and now I’m tired and wet and my vibrator isn’t vibrating so I’m a little sad.

He just gives massages now

Take complete control

Really just need a cute lil boy right about now who’s gonna let me milk him hard, maybe with some minor humiliation when he cums on himself because he’s pathetic, and then let me wash him all up with French Milled soap and comb his hair, before he has to do all his lil prince things to get ready for bed and put his head on my tummy and tries to kiss my mommy pussy.🐣🍼🍼

~OtWC

I just wanna lay up against a big subs chest, all warm and sleepy, and just reach my hand down and stroke his dick through his pants.

Listen to his heart speed up a little. He doesn’t speak, but just sorta opens his legs a little, urging me to continue.

Letting me slowly stroke his dick while he softly grinds into my hand, sighing and making little noises.

Then I wanna reach my hand in his underwear and take hold of his cock and just play with him. Get him all wound up, panting, moaning, just to stop stroking and just whisper dirty shit to him while he comes undone.

And after I eventually let him cum, I’ll go to sleep and let him deal with cleaning himself up, because I’m sleepy.

He’d been imagining this moment.

The build up.

The excitement.

The nerves.

The feeling like he was walking on a live wire, and he wasn’t sure if it would shock him.

He traced her collarbone with his fingers while he stared in her eyes. Deep pools of grey that just kept going. He couldn’t figure out what she was thinking, and that made it more enticing. More confusing. More addicting.

She smiled that little, “I win” smile. You know the one- it starts with a smirk, and ends with sparkling eyes, slowly turning darker as she gets excited.

There was no need for words, their minds had synced by this point and they were each anticipating the next move made by the other, and yet, hoping they’d be surprised.

He slowly started running his fingers up and down the center of her chest, while she played with his hair. Ever so slowly.

You don’t want to rush these things.

He gulped as he leaned in, deciding he had to make the first move, or she’d just give him a heart attack by simply remaining.

Her eyes slowly blinked. Almost like when you’re ready to go to sleep, but not quite.

You’re zoning out, but you’re also more present and more connected than you ever are during the day.

He ran his fingers down through her hair as he tilted her chin up towards him, and.....

Part 2?

-OtWC

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Sometimes I just wake up and I’m automatically a baby girl and I have daydreams of a daddy deep inside me taking care of it and whispering to be quiet because it’s morning. And then I realize I’m all wet and my juices are running down my legs and I didn’t even touch myself. 🙈

And then he slides out and baby has to clean him up, but it’s okay, because she needs a bottle with milk every morning so she gets enough protein.

Then baby follows daddy to the shower because it’s fun to kneel down and wash him up.

“Daddy, I’m still wet, though...”

“I know, but you have to wait until tonight, little girl. Only daddies cum this early.”

~OtWC