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Me, curled in sweatshirt: Sad

Friend: why are you sad. 

Me: Sad

Friend: but what can i do to help? What’s making you sad?

Me: *flops onto couch like raw fish* Sad

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Grab her ass so hard her pussy opens

This

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Yess sir but I always seem to be a little bratty when I don’t get my way 😋

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I'm so fucking into hypersexualization. Yes, touch me every time you can. Yes, keep you eyes over every part of me. Yes, get turned on with the minimum thing I do. Yes, get turned on with every part of my body. Just be sexually obsessed with me.

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All I can do is sleepily hump against your pillow, wishing you were here...

As I lay here, I'll tell you what I wish would happen.

TW: nsft, cnc, somnophilia, ageplay

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I wish I could fall asleep here in our bed, blanketed in the lingering scent of our early morning sex, and fall into a blissful wet dream. To me, I'm just passing the time until you get here. But when you get home and see me sleeping, squirming, and soaking wet... well, you have no choice.

You can tell I'm enjoying my dream and you want to watch me enjoy it a little longer. You watch the growing wet spot on my panties and can't help yourself - you need to make me feel good. You press the pad of your fingers to my clit through the thin cotton fabric of my underwear, and for a moment you just sit there and watch me as I slowly and desperately start to grind into your fingers. You only torture me for a moment longer before you start tracing big, slow, deliberate circles around my clit.

Seeing how much I enjoy your help, you decide to gently pull off my panties so that you can have better access. You continue to swirl little circles around my clit, letting my wetness coat your fingers in a layer of slick sap and slowly gaining speed as you see my hips start to grind and press into you hungrily.

My gentle moans are your cue to press two fingers deep into my wet cunt, a moan getting caught in my throat at the feeling of you stretching my walls. Slowly, deliberately, you dip your fingers in and out, careful not to wake me.

When you've had enough, you pull your fingers out, drop your pants, and press the thick head of your cock against my entrance. You know I could take you just like this if you went slow... but you want the satisfaction of tearing into me and feeling my body be forced to stretch too quickly around you, so you spit on your hand and stroke your cock until it's thoroughly coated. Then you reposition yourself over me... and slam into me.

We both gasp loudly as you slam into my cervix and we both feel my hot, tight walls struggle to accommodate your size.

No longer asleep, pain and pleasure melt together to create a drug that takes my mind elsewhere. I feel safe and warm and full. I feel fluttery and feather-light, like I'm floating in the clouds.

Watching with satisfaction as my eyes glaze over and I drift into subspace, you find a rhythm and continue to methodically pump into me, your head kissing my sweet spot with every thrust. You place your fingers on my clit and start to rub, my pussy dripping from the intensity of the dual pleasure.

You watch me for the cue to progress, my body lets you know when it's time when my little hips pick up speed and thrust oh so desperately into you.

Now you're watching my hips thrust and buck intensely, desperate for release, but you just maintain your rhythm and look me in the eyes.

"Please," I plea.

You look down at me and smirk. "Please, what?" you taunt.

"Please let me cum. I want to cum for you," I beg.

You furrow your brows, "I don't know, do you think you even can?? After everything this morning? Do you think your little body can handle it?"

"I- I wanna try! I'm so close! Please!!"

And with that, you slam into my g-spot and send me over the edge riding an overwhelming wave of pleasure. My toes curl, my back arches, my muscles seize. All I can see are stars and the silhouette of your face.

Feeling me tighten around you nearly sends you over the edge, but as you see me fall back to the bed in a cum-drunk stupor, you use my weak body to pump your cum into. The sick satisfaction of overstimulating me as you claim my body as your own.

All I can do is whimper as I feel your cock sink deep into my tummy and unload hot strings of cum.

Tired and satisfied, you lay down on top of me, not even bothering to pull out, and tell me what a good girl I was. You tell me you hope I don't mind that you used me, that you saw that I was having a good dream and had to make sure it was about you.

I tell you that of course I don't mind, and we fall back asleep with me still full and stretched out around you.