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My love language is to cook you whatever you want; go down on you as many times you want; and breed you the way I want…

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My hand around your throat, as I push myself inside you; making you feel every vein on my cock throbbing would be really nice right about now…

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Kissing your forehead while I’m throbbing and cumming inside you. Proud of you for taking it like the good girl you are.

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Placing their dainty hand on my growing bulge and letting their mind wander as I throb under their touch, the warmth radiating onto their skin.

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Rub their needy pussy over their cute white panties so you can see how quickly the wet patch grows

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“Cum for me”.. “make a mess for me”.. “that’s it..that’s my good little slut” …🥵🥵 like yes please coach me through each and every orgasm.

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i want to kiss your tummy

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forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex? forest sex?...

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jerk off to her nudes

cum to her selfies

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sorry but is there anything on earth hotter than someone you know is desperate to fuck you containing themself so they can toy with you? like. their tongue hovering over your clit so you can feel their breath and you see the hunger in their eyes and you feel their grip on your thighs tighten. the flex in their arm as they grip your hair and slowly kiss you, tilting your head up to reach their neck. how you whimper in their ear and after a few moments you hear that groan that comes from their throat. after spending so long letting you squirm your legs together they pull them apart and they’ve got that smirk and you know they’re not done with you.

you start to beg and normally that does the trick. normally once they hear their name in your voice, when they hear the sweet desperation in their voice that unravels them. but this time they have other plans. they just smile - that heart-stopping smile - and they say, oh? is that so? and they trace your opening over your underwear. when you realize that you don’t have them wrapped around your finger like you hoped you get louder. as they bring their fingers to your nipple you try to feel for the tightness in their pants. they shift so you can put your palm on it and they begin to grind into you. they feel the soaked spot in your underwear and you spread your legs for them. again you’re begging: please. please touch me. please. finally they slide the underwear aside and feel your wetness on their fingers and the noise they make has you clenching, pulsing on nothing as the pads of their fingers toy with your clit. ooh, they say. you like being this wet for me, don’t you? say thank you. so you reply: yes. i love being yours. thank you. please fuck me. thank you. please.

they pull their fingers away from your pussy and place them on your tongue. pushing in and out of your lips with them. they feel you trying to grind into their thigh while they fuck your mouth.

finally, finally they pull away for a moment and they begin to fumble with the buttons of their jeans. your mouth waters looking at them. finally, finally they’re back on top of you. they tell you to hold your legs open for them and you do, immediately. you’re so desperate for them inside you you can’t stay still as they prepare to enter you.

at first they just rest the head of their cock against your wetness. you desperately try to take them inside you. they grin. they say, is this what you need? do you think i should fuck your mouth first? you can’t answer. you’re incoherent, just bucking your hips into them, trying to feel as much of their skin as you can. you can see the gears turning in their head to decide whether they should push you even further, but finally the begin to slide into you. when they do that you think you’ve won - you think you have it. but they’re so, so slow as they push in. your begging becomes louder, more desperate as they give you slow, shallow thrusts. please. i fucking need you.

you push one leg up over their shoulder and now they see you, open, glistening, pink. they throb at the view. their fist tightens in your hair, their whole body tenses as they slowly, deliciously, push all the way into you. you clench around them and you bite their shoulders and you lock your legs tighter around their body and your words are slurred and barely discernible in your pleasure - oh my god, fuck, thank you, oh my god. still with that deliberate slowness their hand wraps around your throat and they meet your gaze and that. that’s the moment their resolve shatters. now they’re yours, pinned down and aching for them, and they’re pushing deeper and deeper and thrusting hard and the heat is coursing through their body and all you can do is take it, take everything they give you, take all of your pleasure and every ounce of theirs, and as their hand squeezes gently around your throat you feel the buildup in yourself that you know will push them over too.

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Let's go on a hike so we can fuck in the woods

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velvetybeautiesofcolor

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como quiero estar:

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chillin but also seconds away from bursting into tears

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you met me at a very mentally ill time in my life