tangled wires ..
needy femmes that love sitting on their mascs lap while they ramble about their interests/day, resting their arms over their shoulders with their hands in their hair, absentmindedly playing with it and twirling it around their fingers >>>>
offering little comments here and there
‘mhms. yes baby. oh really? mms i’m listening angel’ while totally unfocused and mesmerised by their voice and their eyes and proximity and how their hands are at their waists or hips and hhhhh
imagine how good it would feel at the end of a long day to be able to stretch out on a table and have someone gently unscrew your panels, clean out the gunk from day to day work
all the while they talk to you in a smooth voice telling you about their day, how nice you look, and maybe slipping in something about pretty you are in sleep mode
and after you are all clean and dissembled your dear mechanic reaches even deeper, fingers ghosting over your sensitive wires. you’re still in sleep mode and can barely react as the pleasure builds inside you, as the mechanic begins tugging and angling them just so and you want to react, tell them how good it feels but you just quietly bluescreen as the waves of pleasure wash over you
if i reblog a bunch of your posts in a row im whimpering and humping the bed and thinking about ripping your jugular out with my teeth btw
soo how distracting would it be if i bent over in front of you and spread my cunt open so you can see what a soaking mess i make when thinking of you
hhhhhn
I need her fingers in me while her thumb slowly rubs my clit. I want her to speed up when I tell her I'm going to cum, only for her to tell me to hold it. I want to try and push her arm away only for her to choke me with her other hand and pin me down.
"No slut, lay back and fucking take it for me, yeah? You better not fucking cum."