moretiredthannot

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Me? A slut? Obviously. Let me know if you wanna see boobs 🤭

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i need u guys to understand what kind of whore i am im a whore in a hedonistic, ethel cain, unsettlinb, sacrificial lamb, self destructive, philosophical, tragic, cunt way. NOT vs sparkly bombshell bra, "wyll," 3am link texts, beatbox, amazon corset top way.

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I wanna try sucking a guy off while he’s on a call with his friends. I wanna be on my knees under his desk while he’s getting work done. I wanna get him hard and riled up when he’s trying to hold composure. I wanna stroke, lick, suck, and grind on him when he needs a break. I want to cockwarm him in the mornings and have him fill me up at night.

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When I wake up, I hope there’s cum in me. I want to feel wedged than usual in the morning. I want to be surprised when I leak him out in the day.

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I love sleepy sex. After a long day, coming home home, and falling into bed together—bodies just instinctively coming together. Hands that wander down and explore each other until sleepy whines and moans beg for more. I love the feeling of desire and exhaustion coming together as soft cuddles turn to desperate fucking. I love falling sleep feeling him still dripping down me.

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Be mine. Mine to love. Mine to support. Mine to respect. Mine to make laugh. Mine to hold. Mine to kiss. Mine to fall asleep with. Mine to encourage. Mine to cherish. Mine to make cum. Mine to worship. Mine to fuck. Mine to show off. Mine to play with. Mine to taste. Mine to trust. Mine to build with. I want all of you.

[moretiredthannot]

It’s okay, babe, why don’t you come bury your face in my tits to decompress.. I know you’ve worked so hard. Come, you can rest now.

[moretiredthannot]

Mutual masturbation please and thank you 😇

[moretiredthannot]

being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it

[moretiredthannot]

I can’t help imagining you on top and inside of me, lips pressed to my neck murmuring how much you miss me, and using your full body weight to push in me. I wanna be made to completely succumb to you.

[moretiredthannot]

Good morning texts are cute but you could be waking me up with your cock instead 🎀

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The idea of being so high that my limbs become functionally useless and I have no choice but to be pounded into while I’m out of my mind is such a turn on. I want to feel like I’m floating while I cum.

[moretiredthannot]

Craving cock to ride ❤️❤️

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I want to hear how turned on you get while you're sucking my cock and I'm letting you know just how good of a job you're doing

Seeing and hearing how good I can make my partner feel elicits quite a few pretty noises from me 💋

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I love the idea of you corrupting a guy who's normally nice and respectful and making him snap so he fucks you mean and rough like the slut you are

I wonder how naughty I’d have to be before he fucks me 🤭

[moretiredthannot]

I want to see how long a cute little gamer boy could go being teased and pleased by me before he has to pause the game because he can’t think or focus anymore 😇

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She was already in bed when I got home. Wrapped in a blanket, legs tucked to her chest, remote in one hand. The TV lit up the room in soft flickers, some rom-com or maybe a space thriller judging by the soundtrack. I didn’t ask.

I was too fucking tired. Muscles tight. Mind wrecked from the day.

I didn’t say much. Just kissed her forehead, dropped my keys, and walked into the bathroom. The shower ran hot. Too hot, probably, but I needed to feel something sharp to peel off the weight of work.

Fifteen minutes later, I stepped back into the bedroom. Steam still clinging to my skin, hair damp, sweat gone but tension still tucked into my shoulders.

She was still watching.

Still quiet.

Still mine.

I slipped under the blanket, shirtless, just boxers, and without a word, pulled her into me. My arm wrapped around her waist, chest pressing to her back. Her body molded to mine like it belonged there—and it did.

She smiled without looking away from the screen. “Long day?”

“Don’t want to talk,” I whispered into her neck. “Just want you.”

My hand slid under her shirt, slowly. Palming her stomach first. Feeling her warmth, the softness of skin I hadn’t touched in hours. My fingers moved up, brushing the underside of her breast. She inhaled. Barely. But I felt it.

“You always know how to calm me down,” I murmured, lips grazing her ear.

Then I kissed her shoulder. Bit it, just enough to leave a mark. My hand slid lower, down her stomach, between her legs.

She wasn’t wearing panties.

Smart girl.

I dragged my fingers through her folds, slow and deliberate, feeling just how warm and wet she already was.

“You’ve been like this the whole time?” I whispered.

She nodded. “Since you texted me you were coming home.”

I pushed one finger inside her.

She gasped, body jolting forward against the pressure.

Movie still playing. She tried to focus on the screen. I watched her try and fail.

“You’re not watching anymore,” I murmured. “You’re feeling.”

I curled my finger. Then added another. Her hips shifted, thighs parting, instinctively needy.

“You miss being filled, huh?” I breathed, dragging my lips down her neck. “You’ve been sitting here getting wet to explosions and cheesy love lines. Could’ve waited. But you didn’t. You wanted me to find you like this.”

She whimpered.

I slid down the blanket. Pulled her shirt up. Kissed her lower back, her hips, her thighs. Spread her open. She tried to turn, but I held her in place.

“No. Stay facing the screen. Let me fuck you while you try to focus.”

She was already trembling when I pulled my boxers down, gripped her hips, and slid inside her in one slow, deep thrust.

She gasped, quiet, but broken.

I groaned. “Fuck. You feel like home.”

I started moving, deep, slow strokes, hips grinding against her ass, letting her feel the pressure, the need, the ache of my day pouring into her. One hand gripped her throat, gently pulling her back to me. The other stayed locked on her waist.

“You take everything so well,” I whispered. “You’re mine, baby. Mine to come home to. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck like this.”

She moaned, voice caught in her throat.

“You can try to keep watching,” I said, thrusting harder. “But you won’t remember a single line.”

She didn’t.

She came with a scream muffled into the pillow, shaking, clenching around me like she was trying to drag me deeper.

And I let go, groaning into her skin as I came inside her, holding her tight like I’d die if I didn’t.

After, I didn’t pull out right away. Just kissed her neck, whispered “good girl,” and rested against her back.

The movie kept playing.

She never hit pause.

But now? She wasn’t watching.

She was just breathing me in. Like she always does.