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if you support tr*mp, go ahead and unfollow, block, dislike wtvr the fuck and leave my page.

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matt is this an excuse to show us this picture? like just take your pants off at this point

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I am preparing myself in case we don’t get a video. I’m not going to be upset even though their videos do bring me Joy. I won’t be upset or anything because if that’s a precaution they have to take at the moment for their safety and mental health then they do that. But atleast they should give us a heads up . Not to be a mood killer it’s just prepare yourself just incasee!

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so where’s everyone again when i need them?

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I NEED Matt sturniolo is an understatement😫😫😫😫😫😫����

I just seen the hottest edit on TikTok 😭😭

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HOLD ON i was not ready

hair is up mouth is open tongue is out i’m ready

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I literally suck ass at making friends

Like there’s so many people on here that I wanna talk to but I’m nervoussss 🤭

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it's everywhere <3

he loves pounding you from behind, he loves giving you backshots, he loves gripping your hips when he's fucking you, he loves the way you feel when he's inside you, he loves bending you over, he loves having you in all four, he loves doggy, he loves smacking your ass, he loves rubbing your hips, he loves how you look in this position, he loves grabbing your hair, he loves the way you moan, he loves pushing your head into the pillow

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crying once again. i dont wanna write anymore.

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my mood currently ୨ৎ

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i will forever and ever be a girls girl, no matter what 🩵

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it's everywhere guys 😅

𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

in which . . . you grind on matt’s lap until you both cum, fully clothed—desperate, filthy, soaked. He makes you ride it out, promising next time, he’s fucking you properly.

You’re in his lap again. Matt’s room is dim, just soft yellow lamplight cutting across the sheets, casting golden shadows on his walls and making everything feel warmer, lazier, and more dangerous. You’re wearing one of his shirts—massive on you, falling off one shoulder, the sleeves swallowing your wrists. The hem rides high on your thighs, revealing those tiny pink sleep shorts that barely count. He’s already got his back against the headboard, legs stretched out, hoodie bunched around his hips, curls messy from your fingers. His hands find your waist like they belong there, fingers splaying wide, thumbs stroking under the fabric.

You’re giggling, leaning into him, mouth brushing his. It starts so sweetly—laughter between kisses, your noses bumping, smiles slipping against each other. But then he catches your lower lip between his teeth, gives it a gentle pull, and everything shifts. The air thickens. Your hips twitch forward instinctively. He hums. ❝There she is.❞

Your thighs tighten around his hips, the thick bulge under his jeans flush against your clothed pussy. You feel him twitch beneath you and swear you go a little dizzy from it. ❝Matt,❞ you whisper, and it comes out too breathy. ❝What?❞ His voice is low, cocky, curling into you like a secret. ❝You’re the one grinding on me like this. Fuckin' filthy.❞ You try to speak, try to sass back like you always do, but the second his hands slide down and grab two greedy handfuls of your ass, pulling you down hard against the thick bulge in his jeans—all that spills from you is a filthy, desperate moan.

The pressure hits your clit perfectly, catching it right on the seam of his denim, and your whole body jolts like he shocked you. It’s raw. Immediate. Addictive. Your forehead drops to his, breath gone. ❝Shit—fuck,❞ you gasp, voice all high and wrecked. Matt just grins, eyes dark and smug as sin. ❝So needy, baby.❞ His voice is deep, coated in thick arousal, syrup-slick and warm. ❝You get soaked just from sitting in my lap? Just from kissing me like that?❞

You nod before you can even stop yourself, lips parted, already dizzy. He chuckles, low and hungry. ❝Yeah. That’s what I thought.❞ You move without thinking, slow and aching, dragging your soaked cunt against the rough fabric again. The seam rubs your clit just right, friction sharp and perfect, and the grind of your hips turns filthy and desperate. Your little sleep shorts are bunched at your hips now, panties clinging to your folds, sticking to you from how wet you are. ❝Oh my god—❞ you whine, hips stuttering.

Matt’s hands tighten, keeping you right there, holding you still for the next slow grind. ❝Is that good, sweetheart? Haven’t even put my fingers in you yet.❞ You can’t speak. All you can do is ride—grind and rut against him like it’s the only thing keeping you alive. The roughness of the denim makes your legs tremble, your cunt pulse, and your thighs sticky with arousal. ❝Fuck,❞ Matt groans, his head tipping back, jaw clenched. ❝You’re going to make me cum in my pants. You know that? Just from this? From that pretty little pussy rubbing all over my cock like you fucking’ need it?❞

Your nails dig into his shoulders. You’re so wet you can hear it now—slick, messy little sounds every time your hips drag forward. The kind of sound that makes Matt moan into your mouth when you kiss him again, breathless and open. ❝Touch me,❞ you whimper. But he doesn’t. His grip only tightens. ❝Nah. Not yet, baby. You’re going to cum just like this. Want to feel that pussy soak through every fucking’ layer. Want to feel you lose it riding me in your panties like a desperate little slut.❞

You gasp, thighs quivering, stomach fluttering hard. ❝You feel that? How wet are you? Fuck, bet you’d let me slide right in, no problem. Would be soaked down to the base in one push. But you’re going to make a mess on me first. Want to see you cum, just like this.❞ You cry out—sharp, shameless—hips stuttering with every drag. The fabric’s sticky now, your panties a useless little scrap, and your clit is throbbing so hard it hurts. It’s too much. Too dirty. Too fucking hot.

❝Matt—❞ ❝Be a good girl,❞ he growls, grinding his cock up against you, the movement rough and sharp. ❝Cum for me. Fuckin’ ruin yourself on my cock like I know you want to.❞ And you do. The orgasm hits like a car crash, sudden and brutal. You cum with a whine, a cry, a shudder that starts at your spine and crashes through your whole body. Your thighs lock around his hips, your cunt clenching around nothing, your panties soaked, hot, twitching.

Matt groans. Loud. Guttural. His hands bruise into your ass as he bucks up once—twice—and then he’s cumming too, hard and messy, cock twitching against you, the front of his jeans going warm and wet as he spills with a broken, desperate grunt. ❝Jesus fuck—❞ he pants, dragging your body tighter against his, still rocking up into you like he’s trying to draw out every last drop. ❝Didn’t even fuckin’ get inside you, and I’m wrecked. You feel that, baby? Feel what you do to me?❞

You nod against his neck, gasping, your lips brushing his skin. Your bodies are tangled, soaked, sweat-slick and trembling. Matt presses a kiss to your temple, then your jaw. ❝Next time,❞ he mutters, already hard again beneath you, ❝you ride my cock for real. I want to feel that tight little pussy stretch around me. Wanna watch you cream all over me from the inside,❞ you whimper, still twitching. And Matt just grins, dark and slow.

Like he already knows you’re not leaving this bed anytime soon.

𝐋𝐎𝐋𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 . . .  ahh thank you for the req <3 i actually didn’t really love how this turned out, but it means a lot that you sent something in !!

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 . . .  @chrepsi @ph3ebssturniolo @sturnsxbbyeilish

⌗ © sturniphone

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Leaving this here as well

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i don't know if this is slutty of me to say but everytime he wears these sweatpants i really really really want to play with the strings

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I LOVE being clueless about tumblr drama just proves that im not nosey and that im unproblematic🫦🫦🫦

Love being peaceful and minding my business while reading sturniolo fics😩🙏