karaeilish

[karaeilish]

fully changing my account because i do NOT like it 😓😓😓

[karaeilish]

⋆ fuckboy!billie who's obsessed with your tits & fuckboy!sabrina who’s obsessed with your ass.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who constantly stares at your tits. she doesn't care where you are, she'll stare until you slap her for being ah—such a pervert.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who loves to make you ride her strap, bouncing like a bunny so she can have access to your tits.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who leaves a shitload of hickeys on your chest and tits so that any dress with even a little cleavage shows that you belong to her.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who doesn't hesitate to throw her face into your breasts at a party while you shyly try to push her head away.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who bites and licks your nipples through the see-through fabric, watching you whine and squirm.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who has a picture of your tits as wallpaper on her phone.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who loves to slide a strap between your tits, making you squeeze them around the thick length.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who innocently rests her head on your chest, pretending not to slip her hand under the fabric of your shirt.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who bought a cumming strap specifically so she could cover your tits and chest with her cum.

⋆ fuckboy!billie who licks the drugs off your tits, then fucks you while you both are high.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who bites her lip every time you bend over in front of her. does everything she can to keep her hands to herself.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina whose patience doesn't really last long, because her hands instinctively reach forward, squeezing your ass.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who loves having you on her lap in a short skirt, squeezing and playing with the soft flesh.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who has a huge spanking kink.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who loves hitting it from the back, just because she has more access to your ass.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who loves leaving bites on your cheeks.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina whose phon's full of pictures of your ass covered in her handprints.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina whose hand constantly drifts from your waist to your butt whenever she tries to be a gentleman and keep you close.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who likes to put her hand on your shoulder blades during parties until you bend over, pressing your butt against the strap hidden under her pants.

⋆ fuckboy!sabrina who always gives you a little slap on the ass before you get up to get her another beer.

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[karaeilish]

Kara? I’m on that month again..

I’ll do anything please.

But anyways, how you’ve been?

anything? tell me more, princess

im pretty good ! how are you? ;)

[karaeilish]

can you write billie with an obsession with always knowing what panties reader is wearing?😩

obsessed isn’t enough to describe the way her fingertips trembled as you lifted the fabric of your skirt. the way her eyes lit up with pure lust as she looked at all the lingerie sets she'd bought for you, already imagining how she'd rip them off you. the way she kept a pair of your panties in the glove compartment of her car. just a little reminder of who she belonged to.

billie always needed to know. every day, every hour, just slowly running her hand up your thigh, lifting your short skirt until a pair of pink lace thongs were revealed to her eyes.

she'd drag you into the restroom if she wanted more than just a look. even an empty hallway would do when she said 'i'd just like to look', ending with three thick fingers and her tongue working on your pussy.

distance during the tour was not a problem, her mood was spoiled if she woke up and there were still no photos in your chat. billie doesn't care if you were not at home or if it was inconvenient for you. you have to find a way to text or call, showing her your bare thighs and another set of underwear that she gave you.

if you're still at home? she'll tell you which injection to put the phone in, looking and guiding your hands under your panties.

౨ৎ tags; @billiesbabygirll, @amara-eilish, @st0nerlesb0, @bxllxebxtch @mystiquemm, @bilswifee, @dragoneyelashart, @bilssturns, @chrissv4mp, @allyeilishh, @bitchesbrokenpromises, @too-sapphic-to-function, @thefeverburningalive, @peytonglazesbillieeilish, @1nn3rthOughts, @thebluediner, @xiletay, @eilishsfantasy, @ariieeesworld

[karaeilish]

❝ daddy's lap . . . s. carpenter ❞ . ◞

⤷ pairing . . . gf!sabrina carpenter x stripper!reader

⤷ genre . . . smut !

⤷ warnings . . . dom!sabrina . brat!reader . degradation . spitting . spanking . manhandling .

you were embarrassed. your cheeks were burning, your fingers were tightly clenched around the pole, your eyes darting around the interior of the expensive limousine, avoiding sabrina's silhouette, comfortably settled on the plush pillows. her legs were spread lustfully, her shirt crumpled, and her jacket barely clinging to her body. her eyes were wild.

"come on, princess," she raises her right hand, the expensive cigar disappearing between her lips, making you swallow hard until she speaks again, leaning forward to playfully spank your ass a few times.

"dance for me" the voice is sweet, drenched in false kindness, sending a wave of goosebumps down your spine. she had you trapped, with no escape.

your bottom lip disappears under your teeth, as your hands reach for your see-through robe, slowly pulling it off your body to reveal a tiny set of lingere that barely covers your tits. sabrina's gaze wanders over your body hungrily and shamelessly, her hands clenching into fists in her lap.

you lean over to turn the music on the speaker up a little, the perfect view of your ass making sabrina shift in her seat, doing her best not to fuck your brains out before your little show starts.

passion oozes through the speakers, making the blood boil under your skin. your fingers wrap around the iron pole easily, helping you keep your balance.

hips moving in rhythm, back arched perfectly, your legs spreading wide as you sit up, tossing your hair to one side. your knees ache as they hit the cold floor, but you ignore it, pushing yourself up onto all fours. you slowly crawl forward, your hips rocking with every movement until you're at sabrina's feet, your cheek pressed against the inside of her thigh, teasing her.

"is this what you wanted?" lips curl into a smirk, hands coming up to wrap around her waist, squeezing her sides. "to make me your slut?"

her eyes are burning with fire, but she continues to sit still, watching, waiting for you to get her worked up enough to be rough with you.

your lips move closer to her fly, leaving kisses on her bulge through the fabric of her pants, and a little biting won't hurt.

sabrina sighs, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as if she could feel every touch driving her crazy.

"wanna take control, daddy?" you taunt, hands now working on her pants, pulling them down to her ankles along with her black boxers. the dark red strap moves rhythmically between her legs, and only now do you notice that this one is more than nine inches.

ten. . . ten . fucking . inches .

you continue to hold your face, as you move up her body until your knees are on either side of her legs, towering over her for the first time.

your hand moves forward to grab a rough handful of her hair, pushing her face right into your tits, and her tongue immediately darts out to taste the sweet skin.

"fuck..." she moans, her voice muffled by your breasts, her hands greedily wrapping around your hips, pulling you closer to her body. heat spreads through your veins, causing the most adorable whines to come from her lips, which only encourages you to continue to mock her.

sabrina sighs heavily, lips parting to reveal teeth, but as soon as she tries to bite you, you tug at her hair again, pulling her head back, fingers gripping her chin tightly.

"you know, those ten inches don't make you the boss. you still act like a pathetic—" that was a fatal mistake.

a moment passes before sabrina breaks, her hips thrusting up, causing you to cry out, grabbing onto her body to keep from falling.

"you should've thought better before deciding to act like a fucking little bitch." her words sting, not in your heart, but by sending warmth right between your legs. you're on all fours, hands gripping the back of the leather seat, legs spread wide, ass in the air, pressed up against sabrina's crotch. the thick belt presses too temptingly against your pussy.

sabrina doesn't wait, doesn't stand on ceremony, just pushes your panties aside, grabs your hips, enjoying the sight of your dripping pussy. she looks as if she owns it, owns your body. your pathetic attempt of resistance ends with your arms twisted behind your back. one of her hands holds onto both of yours, too tight for a 'fragile' little girl.

"you think just because i give you a little control that it makes you in charge, huh?" she growls in your ear making your toes curl in anticipation, but not a single word leaves your mouth. you stick silent. sabrina isn't particularly surprised; she chuckles. she spits on her palm as if it’s normal then swings, delivering a harsh slap on your ass that leaves her handprint instantly marked on your skin.

"sabrina!" you squeal, your forehead dropping onto the soft leather upholstery, your chest rising and falling with each breath heavily.

sabrina was not happy with that. the next moment, her right hand is tangled in your hair, pulling hard and forcing your head backwards.

"wrong. try again."

you swallow. hard. knowing now is the worst time to try to resist. "daddy"

"good girl" she says, her voice sweetly false, pushing you to believe she might take pity. until her cock slams into you, fast, sharp, rough, letting you feel her deeper than ever before.

the dark red tip kisses your cervix, your eyes roll to the back of your head, stars light up behind your eyelids. sabrina sighs in relief, tugging your hair harder to close the proximity between the two of you.

"when you act like a whore, you get treated like one," she whispers before moving her hand to your throat, allowing herself to press your entire body against her chest.

her hips start to move, the strap hitting at the perfect angle, letting you feel every inch, every vein rubbing against your walls. it's big. so big that you can feel how hard sabrina is tearing you apart from the inside.

"can you feel how deep i am, baby?" her nose gently rubs against your cheek, contrasting the brutality of her thrusts, which drives you crazy. your mouth, however, simply does not obey.

"s—shut up..." your eyes fill with tears, your throat dries up from constant sighs and moans. sabrina holds your hands from behind so tightly that you feel your muscles start to go numb.

"wrong answer," sabrina says with mock boredom, letting go of your body and letting you fall onto the wide seats, barely holding yourself up on your hands and knees. sabrina shifts behind you, grabbing your arms so hard that it feels like there will be bruises under her fingertips.

the two of you shift so that your back is pressed against the soft pillows, ankles wrapped around her neck, body arched as sabrina's palms press against the back of your neck, giving you a perfect view of her thick cock ramming into your pussy again. moans drown out the languid music in the background. more tears roll down your hot face, but she doesn't stop, not for a second.

"now watch, bitch" she grabs your hand in hers, guiding it to your lower abdomen, where she stopped, completely buried inside you.

“press" she orders, the command leaving no room for hesitation. you obey, applying light pressure that makes the bump stand out even more. you whine.

deep.

౨ৎ tags; @brinasheqrt, @sabrinannlyn @mystiquemm, @bilswifee, @dragoneyelashart, @bilssturns, @chrissv4mp, @allyeilishh, @bitchesbrokenpromises, @itsdopewhatmorecanisay, @too-sapphic-to-function,

[karaeilish]

i saw it before 🤭🤭🤭

distraction ★⋆˙

smut ୨ৎ

warnings: g!p sabrina, use of vibrator, breeding kink, spanking a/n: i have so many sabrina au ideas rn guys

you’re laying flat on your bed, textbooks splayed across your lap, though you haven’t read a single sentence in the last ten minutes. you tug at the hem of your tiny shorts, heat crawling up your spine, no bra, just a thin tank clinging to your chest in the summer warmth. sabrina hasn’t even walked in yet, and still your pulse is racing like you’re already caught doing something you shouldn’t be.

she’s your tutor. sabrina, glasses that slip down her nose while she corrects your grammar with that quiet little smile. she’s the type who says “actually” before every correction and blushes when you call her out on it. and yet, every time she walks in your room, you feel like you’ve done something wrong. 

when she steps through the door, you nearly gasp. her hair’s let down, strands slipping loose to kiss her forehead, and her bangs sitting perfectly. you’re both sitting on your bed now, legs tangled loosely under the weight of a textbook you’ve barely pretended to care about. sabrina’s perched at the edge, trying to act like she’s not completely aware of how close your thigh is to hers. she’s got her glasses on, hair loosely falling over her shoulders, a few strands brushing her cheek.

she’s trying to focus. really trying. but you’re not making it easy.

you stretch out just a little more, leaning back on your hands so your tank top shifts, pulling tight across your chest. the movement lifts your shorts a little higher on your hips. you catch sabrina glancing, just for a second,then quickly looking away, pretending to read the page.

“you’re so serious,” you tease, your voice soft and syrupy. “do you even know how to sit on a bed like a normal person? you look like you’re in a job interview.”

her lips twitch, but she doesn’t look at you. “we’re supposed to be studying.”

“we are,” you say, nudging her knee with yours. “you’re just… distractible.”

“i’m not,” she says, too fast, too defensive. her voice is small.

“oh, you are,” you grin, scooting an inch closer. “i think you get flustered when girls sit too close to you.”

her breath hitches, and she tries to hide it by flipping the page, but the paper rustles a little too loudly. her hand is tense, her posture stiff. you watch her carefully, how she won’t meet your eyes now, and how her blush is creeping down her neck.

“tell me something,” you murmur, leaning in just a bit. “do you think it’s kind of warm in here miss carpenter?” you say fanning your face quicker with your hand, making your tits shift slightly in your top.

that gets her. she swallows hard, eyes darting to the textbook like it might save her. but you’ve already seen it.

your gaze drops and that’s when you notice.

beneath the hem of her oversized t-shirt, there’s a shape. obvious, firm, pressing up against the fabric like it’s begging to be acknowledged. you blink, pulse jumping, then glance back up at her face.

she’s already looking at you, frozen, eyes wide behind her glasses, lips parted like she’s about to say something but can’t remember what words are. the red on her cheeks is deeper now. almost embarrassed. almost desperate.

“sabrina, baby,” you whisper, voice laced with heat, “were you hard this whole time?”

she opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.

you lean in, brushing your knee against hers deliberately. “god. how do you expect me to study when you’re sitting there like that?”

her hand curls into the bedsheet, knuckles white. “y/n…” she says, barely audible.

“what?” you tease, letting your fingers trail along her arm, featherlight. “you want me to behave?”

she nods, once, eyes flicking down to your lips.

you smile. slow. wicked. “then stop looking at me like that.”

“chapter six,” she says, a little breathless.

you glance down at the book, then back at her. “you ever do anything fun, sabrina?”

her eyes flick up to yours, cautious. “…what?”

“you know,” you say, dragging your voice out slow, teasing. “besides reciting grammar rules and acting like you don’t know how hot you are.”

her cheeks flush a deeper pink, and she looks down, trying to focus on the page. you reach over, let your fingers graze the side of her leg, light, feather-soft, enough to make her freeze.

“bet you’ve never been touched there before,” you whisper, lips curling. “poor baby. all brains and no mess. someone oughta ruin you a little.”

her breath catches, but she doesn’t pull away. her hands curl into fists beside the book. you lean in more, so close your nose nearly brushes her cheek, your voice barely above a breath now.

“come on, sabrina. don’t you wanna stop pretending you’re not dying to know what it feels like?”

she swallows, then turns to look at you and you feel it, that moment she gives in just a little. the air between you goes tight. sharp. electric.

then her hand shoots out and clamps around your wrist.

you blink, startled, as she tugs you forward, hard enough that your chest nearly bumps into hers. your nose is filled with the scent of her skin, warm, a little nervous.

“keep reading,” she hisses, voice low and tight like a wire. her eyes flicker down to your mouth, then your chest. “or you’re going to regret this little stunt you’re pulling,”

your pulse spikes, but you force your eyes back to the page. you stumble over a sentence but hurry on, cheeks hot. sabrina’s hand slides, finding your thigh and pressing firmly. you bite back a moan, keep your voice steady: “define ‘extrapolate.’”

she smiles darkly. “good girl.” her hand drifts higher, fingertips brushing over your soaked shorts. you shift, breath catching as her hand grips you through the fabric. she’s so close, the scent of old books and vanilla swirling around you.

“now,” she says softly, “answer the question, while i fuck you.”

your heart hammers. you drop the book, and she’s swift: one arm pins you to the bed, her other hand yanks your shorts aside. you’re naked from the waist down in a heartbeat. she wastes no time, sliding inside you in one smooth thrust. you cry out, mouth pressed to the cushion. she doesn’t let up, you’re thrusting back against her, the rhythm textbook-fast.

“read,” she growls. her hand slaps your ass, hard. you gasp, words tumbling out: “to extrapolate is to infer or estimate by extending known information.”

“good,” she breathes, and fucks you harder, spit-slicked lips brushing against your neck. “keep going or i’ll stop”

you try to steady your voice. “example: using past data trends to predict future outcomes…” you drag the words out through gritted teeth as she pistons into you, teeth grazing your shoulder. each word is a battle. each correct phrase is rewarded with a deeper, rougher thrust that makes your vision blur.

finally, she halts mid-sentence. you’re shaking, face wet with tears and sweat. she pulls out and you whine, missing the feeling of being so full, she turns you so you’re on your back. one hand slaps your thigh, two fingers pressing into your entrance, overstimulating you until you whimper.

“quiz time,” she purrs. she reaches onto the table and pulls out a small vibrator, pressing it against your clit. “for every question you get right, i’ll let you cum. but get one wrong…” she trails the toy down your slit, “and i’m going to leave you here all messy, maybe won’t even let you cum.”

you nod, throat dry. she holds the remote with one hand, her other gripping your hair to keep your face buried in the cushion. “first question,” she says, “what’s the derivative of x squared?”

your body tightens around the toy. you answer, voice trembling, “two x.”

the vibrator surges. you cry out as tension shatters. sabrina smirks, dipping two fingers back inside you to hold you on the edge. “very good baby, next one.” she whispers.

you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face, trembling, broken, utterly hers.

your thighs are already trembling.

the vibrator doesn’t stop buzzing against your clit, low and steady, just enough to keep you gasping but not enough to tip you over again. sabrina kneels in front of you, still fully clothed, cock hard against your inner thigh, hand wrapped around the remote like it’s nothing.

your face is buried into a pillow, your hair a mess. hips twitching. wrists clenched into the fabric. you want to cum again so bad your eyes are stinging.

“next question,” she says sweetly, adjusting her glasses. “name three rhetorical devices.”

tears wrack your face.

“i asked you a question.”

you stutter, “im sorry! um— metaphor. alliteration. and—and hyperbole.”

there’s a pause.

then she smiles. “good girl.”

the vibrator kicks up a level. your whole body jolts.

“f-fuck,” you cry, hips bucking as the pressure crests, unbearable.

but before you can cum, she turns it off.

your breath punches out of you in a sob. “daddy—please!”

she leans down, lips brushing your ear. “you think one more answer gets you to cum again? gonna be my greedy girl? cute.”

she flips you fast, face down ass up, pushing your thighs apart so you’re spread open, exposed. her cock presses against your entrance again, sliding between your sticky folds, but she doesn’t thrust in.

just grinds, teasingly.

“you want it?”

you nod hard. “yes. please, daddy.”

“then next question,” she says, soft and cruel. “what’s the capital of switzerland?”

your eyes flutter. “bern.”

click, the vibrator’s back on. high this time.

your back arches, tears spilling fast. you’re right there again, the orgasm crawling up your spine like a fire—

but sabrina grabs your throat.

“don’t you dare cum.”

you freeze. your body spasms, right at the edge. 

“next question.”

you whimper. “d-daddy, i can’t—”

she slaps your clit with her fingers, sharp and mean, forcing your head back with a sharp tug of your hair. “answer. or i’ll edge you until you pass out.”

your legs shake.

“define ‘osmoregulation.’”

you choke out the definition through gasps, stammering: “the—the process of maintaining water balance in the body.”

her eyes gleam. “very good.”

she flips the switch.

your orgasm hits like a wave, ripping through you, thighs clenching, cunt pulsing so hard it feels like you’ll break. your scream dies in your throat as you squirt over her cock, gushing down your thighs.

she doesn’t stop. not for a second.

“you want another?” she whispers, hand pressing into your stomach pressing onto the bulge, her cock pounding into your dripping pussy now. “gonna give me another baby?”

you barely breathe: “please”

she smiles like the devil. “smart girl.”

you lip if forced between your teeth, holding it there trying to suppress your noises but it’s not good enough. every time you push back, she stutters, her hand digging into your hip as she fights to hold on. you push your hands back the pleasure becoming too much for you, sabrina doesn’t care, just grabbing your hands and drilling her cock further into your pussy.

“that’s it,” she pants, voice ragged. “so tight… so good…c’mon make me cum princess”

she pulls out of you, moving to lie on her back. you go to straddle her, taking her length in your hands and slowly lowering yourself onto her cock. you lift your hips, impaling yourself on her full length, riding her slow then fast, alternating, watching her eyes roll back. you’re tired, but you know better than to disobey her. her moans are low growls, her free hand tangling in your hair as she bucks up into you, teeth catching her bottom lip.

“m gonna cum— gonna let me cum inside you, mama?” she rasps, but you don’t stop. you lean forward, pressing your forehead to hers, matching her thrusts, grinding down until you feel her tremble.

her cock twitches, filling you completely, and you feel her pulse right at the tip. she shudders, her grip on your hip tightening until you see her knuckles turn white. with one final, shuddering groan, she spills herself into you, hips stuttering, and you ride out each convulsion, letting her fill you again and again.

she collapses forward, forehead resting on your shoulder, breath hot against your neck. you stay right there, still moving just enough to hold her in every drop, your own muscles trembling as you both come down in a haze of heat and wet.

when she finally goes still, you press a gentle kiss to her temple. she lifts her head, eyes soft for the first time tonight, and whispers, “i think you’ll pass your test just fine baby,” 

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[karaeilish]

working on daddy!sabrina & teacher!billie one shots 🤭

[karaeilish]

hi again :3

hii my angel !!

[karaeilish]

wait i'm loving this new theme sm??? also that fic was insane omg

omgg, thank you my girl !! i love your new theme too ???

🤭🤭🤭

[karaeilish]

Genuinely need another story like wild mustang

i have a lot military billie fics !

[karaeilish]

i've lowkey been inactive i missed this blog sm

and the way you would talk to me.

oh same 😓😓

i missed you too, mama

[karaeilish]

⌞ ❛❛ 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐲 ❞◞ˊ. ⌝

→ "billie…! we c—can't!" your face's buried in the corner of her neck, hands tugging at her leather jacket; not sure if you're trying to push her away or pull her closer. three thick fingers buried deep in your cunt, palm slapping against your clit with each thrust.

you're dripping all over the seat of her bike, legs shaking and clenching around her wide waist, toes curling.

"hush, princess" her hand comes up to push a few fingers between your lips. cold rings clack against your teeth, drool dripping down your chin, slowly running down your neck.

"that's better"

→ "finneas's in the next room, babygirl, so keep that pretty mouth shut" she whispers in your ear, hot breath teasing your neck, sending shivers down your body. cool palms almost gently rubbing your back under your big shirt, as if that would help.

your pussy clenches around her strap, the feeling of being filled drives you crazy, leaving nothing in your mind but her name and her thick cock.

"i know it's hard, but it's punishment" she purrs, looking down to where her strap disappears into your pussy. "so hold fucking still while i work"

→ "d—daddy! please…" you whine, no—cry. your completely naked body's splayed out on the backseat of her new audi, panties hanging on your ankle as her cock rams into your pussy at an animalistic speed, making the car shake erratically.

"shut the fuck up already" she rips the underwear off your leg, silently shoving it into your mouth, letting you taste your own arousal.

"wanna cum inside, mama, can i?" she asks almost politely, even though she already knows how much your eyes light up at the thought. you nod frantically, and billie just chuckles, gently patting your cheek.

"that’s what i thought"

→ "relax, my love" her presence from behind's as strong as her strap, sliding in and out of your pussy teasingly slow. your hands grip the edge of the balcony, knuckles white from the force of your grip.

the eiffel tower looks beautiful, the lights twinkling, but everything blurs as her middle finger starts to stimulate your clit.

"enjoy the view, pretty girl, mm?" billie leaves wet kisses on your neck, not caring at all about the people passing by below. "while i enjoy that sweet pussy of yours"

→ her body on the edge of the pool, you standing underwater, on your tiptoes. her bottom lip disappearing under her teeth, brows furrowed, chest heaving with each pleasure filled breath as your tongue flickers over her pussy, hands gripping her hips tightly.

"that’s it baby… right there" she blinks a few times, eyes dropping to your face, meeting your hungry eyes. her hand's buried in your hair, tugging and pulling, guiding your head just the way she likes it.

her thighs are clamped tightly around your head, body shaking, betraying how close she is.

"fuck, just don’t stop, my perfect girl…"

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[karaeilish]

no hate but the line "you couldn't believe that woman was 36" as if 36 was old bruh 💀💀💀 if you're gonna do a milf fanfic do it properly we want old ass women!

dude…

"you couldn't believe that woman was 36" it's not about 36 being old, it's about sabrina looking younger than her age.

acc idc what YOU want! this is my blog, my au n my characters n i’m writing what i want, thank you !

[karaeilish]

i NEEEEED more milf!billie

ill try 💔

[karaeilish]

hi my favorite girl

milf au save me i loved it so much

hi baby !!

yes u helped soooo much 😽😽

[karaeilish]

Kara please im begging of more milf!billie. Please please please please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

maybe…. one day…. 🤭

[karaeilish]

★ what about dating milf!billie? and what about dating milf!sabrina?

★ milf!billie who’s your lonely neighbor with two sons

your mom insisted that you grab a box of cookies from home and go meet your new neighbors, because making friends is very important.

knocking on the massive door of the wooden house, you immediately heard a woman's voice, and then a quick stomping of feet, before two boys, about seven and five years old, appeared on the threshold, looking at you with genuine curiosity.

but your attention was caught by a tall brunette who appeared behind them a few seconds later. you weren't sure where your gaze was directed until she spoke. her voice was melodic, beautiful, with a slight hoarseness that made your knees buckle.

you showed up at her house one day. then ‘accidentally’ found out that her eldest needed a math tutor. very coincidentally, you were the only candidate for this position.

you started with a couple of hours a day, explaining and working through the topics of the lower grades and praising the boy for all the correct answers. you didn't notice the way billie was looking at you. until she asked you to stay and have dinner with them.

then again and again until you ended the day in her bedroom, sprawled across the crisp white sheets with her tongue exploring every inch of your body.

⋆ milf!billie who woke you up with her hands on your hips the morning after the first night, unable to wait to plunge her tongue into your pussy again.

"please, my love. just let me make you feel good, okay?"

⋆ milf!billie who always manages to find an excuse to tease you in front of her sons, causing your face to flush bright red.

"your slutty skirt's fit for bouncing on my strap, not teaching my son"

⋆ milf!billie who prefers a sporty style of clothing.

⋆ milf!billie who constantly presses herself against you from behind, letting you feel her strap tease the small of your back.

⋆ milf!billie who can't keep her hands off you. she has to touch you all the time. hand on your waist, fingers teasing the inside of your thigh.

⋆ milf!billie who clearly has 'mama' as a favorite.

"c'me here, mama, wanna show you something"

⋆ milf!billie who once touched herself in her bedroom when you walked in without knocking.

⋆ milf!billie who, unlike you, didn't get embarrassed, eventually trapping your head between her legs.

"s'okay mama, close the door and come here. i needed your help anyways"

⋆ milf!billie who fucked you on every surface in her house; the bed, the couch, the shower stall, the tables, the kitchen counter...

⋆ milf!billie who definitely has daddy kink.

⋆ milf!billie who always opens the door for you when you come into her house. she has to be the first one to see you.

⋆ milf!billie who makes you sit on her lap, feeling her strap press against your folds while you try to sit still and not move.

"gonna be a good girl for me, princess? let daddy look at you"

⋆ milf!billie who loves how obsessed you are with her tits. constantly leaving little marks on them that only the two of you can see.

⋆ milf!billie who loves watching your body bounce on her strap.

⋆ milf!billie who loves making you go bigger and bigger until your insides turn to mush.

"come on, pretty. it’s only 10 inches. m'gonna stretch this pussy so good"

⋆ milf!billie who saw you right through when you came into the kitchen to ‘get some water’. well, you ended up on the counter and three of her fingers buried in your cunt.

"gotta be quiet okay mama? can't let my kids hear"

⋆ milf!billie who has a mark on her collarbone from your teeth after you were trying so hard to be quiet.

⋆ milf!billie who likes to hit it from the back. hands pressing down on your shoulder blades, making you arch your back better for her.

⋆ milf!billie who made you walk around the house with a vibe, turning it off every time you got close.

⋆ milf!billie who teased you that same night when you were begging for her touch.

'yeah i know, hard to think when your mind is constantly thinking about dick isn't that right?'

⋆ milf!billie who works in her office and holds you on her lap, cockwarming her

"patience, slut"

⋆ milf!billie who likes to take control. always. she just needs to feel like something in this life is in her power. and you were a perfect candidate.

⋆ milf!billie who slapped your face when you guided her fingers to your clit, just because you needed more.

"so fucking greedy huh? daddy's fucking you with her dick and you still need more?' pathetic little bitch"

⋆ milf!billie who makes you clean up your mess with your tongue.

⋆ milf!billie who fucked you in the car after you tried to touch yourself, while she was driving to pick up her boys from soccer.

"can't keep your hands to yourself, huh?" she looks around for the nearest place to park before you end up in the backseat, your hips moving against her thigh, making a mess on her pants. "daddy, please, need more!" your head falls onto her shoulder as her nails dig into your waist, guiding you. "sluts don't get more. shut up and keep fucking yourself"

★ milf!sabrina whose son you're babysitting...

when you first saw her, you'd never think that such a good looking woman could be 36 years old. she looked perfect, like an angel fallen from heaven. her captivating smile, her soft blue eyes peering under your skin with every look she gave you. it was a game, her game, that you lost before it even started.

sabrina was soft from the first second. for some reason constantly letting her hands rest ‘innocently’ on your body, be it your arm, your waist, your lower back. you just thought she was being polite. she just couldn’t wait for the moment when her hands would slip under the fabric of your skirt.

she didn’t notice how her gaze darkened when she watched how well you treated her son. she couldn’t control her thoughts.

you were young, inexperienced and completely innocent. all sabrina wanted was to corrupt your perfect body, looking like it was made for her touch.

sabrina insisted that you stay for dinner. she always did because you couldn't say ‘no’ to her

the same way you couldn't say ‘no’ when her hand landed on your thigh under the table.

"hush, sweetie. be a good girl and listen to my son tell us about his day" her warm breath on your neck lit a fire that neither of you could put out.

that night, you couldn't wait for her to put her son to bed. you needed her like oxygen.

she was soft, gentle. at first.

"has anyone ever touched you before, my angel?"

sabrina just couldn't let anyone have you when she found out she was the first one who could make your eyes roll into the back of your head every time she touched you. she couldn't let you go home that night.

"there's a spare room in my house. you can live here."

you couldn't say no to her.

⋆ milf!sabrina who has a wild mommy kink. it blew her mind when you first said it.

⋆ milf!sabrina who can't keep her hands off you, even when you're trying to parent her son.

⋆ milf!sabrina who swallowed hard when she heard you call her mommy in front of her son.

"your mommy's making dinner for us, sweet boy, let me help you"

she couldn't wait until the evening, gagging you with your own panties while her fingers were buried in your pussy.

⋆ milf!sabrina who couldn't help but giggle when you told her you'd never thought about what it was like to suck something.

"tsk, baby, i thought you were worth something. guess mommy just has to teach you then"

⋆ milf!sabrina who held your hair so gently, guiding your head as you learned how to suck her strap properly. choking and gagging, but ready to do anything to please her

"breathe, princess. gonna be my good girl and take everything i give you, yeah?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who stops guiding your head, and seeing your confused look, just strokes your cheek.

"you're a big girl, you can finish it yourself"

⋆ milf!sabrina who has no idea how hard you're dripping down your thighs. the pink vibe pressed against your clit is putting too much pressure.

⋆ milf!sabrina who loves hit it from the back. she loves to run her hands down your spine, reaching for your breasts, playing with them as her hips slam into you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who makes you push yourself onto her cock without moving at all, while you cry and beg her to help you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who’s obsessed with your mouth working so desperately on her pussy.

⋆ milf!sabrina who cooks for you every day.

"thank you ms carpenter, this is delicious" "you know how to thank me, princess"

your head’s buried between her legs for the next few hours.

⋆ milf!sabrina who is the 'whore' type. she just loves the way your moans get louder when she calls you that.

⋆ milf!sabrina who loves to punish you when you misbehave.

"so desperate to cum? you forgot your fucking manners?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who actually loves it when you act like a brat. it gives her full right to do whatever she wants with your body; spanking, slapping, pulling your hair, sometimes too hard.

⋆ milf!sabrina who makes you count until your skin is covered in her handprints and your makeup is ruined by the endless stream of tears.

"shouldn't have then sweet girl? you gonna go back to being my good little girl baby?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who leaves you tied to the bed, forcing you to watch her fingers disappear into her own pussy while you squirm, begging her to untie you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who always has to shut you up because you're too loud.

"shh, be quiet, sweetie. don't wanna wake my son up, yeah? can't let him see what mess you made on mommy's sheets"

⋆ milf!sabrina who makes you look in the mirror while she fucks you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who pulls your hair too hard when you look away.

"did i gave you permission to close your eyes, angel?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who constantly taunts you in front of her son. tiny shorts, tight shirts. presses up against you when she 'needs to get something from the top shelf'. and sometimes you can feel the strap under her sweatpants.

"could fuck you right here and right now, sweetie"

⋆ milf!sabrina who has a big breeding kink. she's a mother. she just needs to make you feel the same.

"c'mon, my sweet girl, just wanna give you my babies. gonna you take it like a good girl? let mommy fill you up, huh?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who's just a fucking pervert, calling you while you're studying, letting you hear how fast her fingers move inside her. 

'keep talking, princess. don't stop. don't stop'

⋆ milf!sabrina who goes crazy if you let out a little whine. she'll just beg you to keep going. 

'please, baby, keep making those sweet sounds'

⋆ milf!sabrina who has no qualms about crawling into your panties while you're watching a movie with her son, who's just too engrossed in the picture on the screen. 

⋆ milf!sabrina who definitely blindfolds you sometimes, making you guess which strap she's fucking you with. and you better guess right. 

⋆ milf!sabrina who's obsessed with your tits. just makes you cockwarm her, playing with your them until you can't think straight. 

⋆ milf!sabrina who innocently asks you to put sunscreen on her and then takes off her bikini.

⋆ milf!sabrina who fucks you in a hot tub while her son plays with his friends in the backyard.

"let's see how many times i can make you cum before he notices."

⋆ milf!sabrina who taught you how to masturbate. just because she likes to see how shy you are.

"i need my sweet girl to know how to take care of my pussy when mommy's isn’t there"

⋆ milf!sabrina who's too possessive when it comes to you. 'you're mine' just not enough. you have to belong to her. your soul and your body. and you better know that she owns you.

⋆ milf!sabrina who gets pissed when she sees you talking too sweetly to some guy.

"mommy doesn't fuck you enough, huh? not make you cum enough you're gonna whore yourself to some pathetic guy?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who couldn't stop leaving her handprints all over your ass until you're screaming that you belong to her.

"this pussy is mine. mine and only mine to fuck, you understand, whore?"

⋆ milf!sabrina who stimulates you until you learn your lesson.

"oh now it's too much? or am i gonna see you in 5 minutes drooling over some guy like a pathetic little bitch?" her hand's in your hair, lifting your head off the mattress as you do your best to stay on your hands and knees. thick strap is too deep for you to think straight. "i’m so sorry, mommy! please, i wanna cum f'you." tears are streaming down your cheeks, but she doesn't care. you just don't understand how much lust's in that body that she can treat you like a doll, fucking your brains out. "f'me, mama? yeah, i own this fucking pussy"

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