#dam i need to post more

[whostolemypuddingcup]

Fanart for a music video? I would neverr-

I would.

Music Video in question - Dead-End Rail by Skyfish66

Listen to their music I am BE G G ING YOU-

[deepspace-nasty]

imagine being gale's roommate / friends with benefits during his blackstaff days, before he gets with mystra. just thinkin about a 20 somethin year old gale, still experimenting with everything, but more cocky than ever. he is on a first name basis with the goddess of magic after all, he deserves to be a little cocky. him getting so frustrated one night at his classes, he asks you if its ok that you two use each other for "stress relief". you agree, and that night you have the best orgasm of your life thus far.

and for a while it's just that - quick romps after tests in your dorm room, drunk make out sessions on the couch after one too many at the yawning portal, and, rarely, sex where you both slow down and take in each other's bodies and noting what gets the other going.

but then something shifts - maybe gale and mystra are finally together at this point, and she doesn't like sharing her lovers. you think its fine, you weren't more than just friends anyway.

but then it hits you one night, while your only companion for the night is a near empty bottle of wine, that no, you aren't fine. you've gown fond of gale's long winding ramble, his hair that he has started growing out and putting in tiny ponytails. you've grown fond of his patchy stubble thats started to grow in, and hasnt allowed himself to let it grow more than a 5 o'clock shadow. you've grown fond of how his hands move (how they used to hold your hips), how his fingers wrap around his quill (and your thighs-), how his eyes glimmer with mischief when he realizes he needs a book that he Definitely can't get access to (the darkness of his eyes in the candle light, roaming over your naked body).

but its too late. by the time you realize it, its time for you both to graduate, and gale has most certainly moved on from you, and into the arms of mystra. can you?

its not until years later, way down the line, that you even see gale again, right in front of you and not at a wizard's party or ball, and he looks so different. longer hair, and a beard of all things. his eyes still hold that mischief, but now, like you and the others you've found they also hold a parasite behind them.

[maddymoreau]

Fallout New Vegas Lucky 38 Presidential Suite Sleeping Arrangement Headcanons:

I've been thinking about how the sleeping arrangement would work, since there are only three beds and six couches in the Lucky 38’s Presidential Suite.

Here’s what I imagine:

Veronica Santangelo and Rose of Sharon Cassidy:

In the smaller bedroom to the left, Veronica and Cass share this bed together. Veronica is used to sleeping close to someone since she grew up in a bunker. While Cass has slept in worse conditions while traveling for her caravan work. So neither mind sharing.

Sometimes sleeping next to Cass makes Veronica think of Christine.

If Cass is up late drinking or can’t sleep (she finds the Lucky 38 creepy) then she’ll drink until she's knocked out. Sleeping on one of the empty couches or while sitting at the kitchen table.

Lily Bowen:

Lily sleeps by herself on the bed next to Veronica and Cass'. Since she's too large to use a couch and takes up an entire bed by herself. Everyone has woken up before to Lily listening to the holotape of her grandchildren, but no one is ever bothered by it. Lily has also tucked everyone at least once into bed.

Craig Boone:

Boone ALWAYS sleeps on the couch. He’s used to sleeping in uncomfortable positions due to his NCR work, so he doesn’t mind. I think he'd also feel guilty taking a bed. Also, he doesn't want to share a bed with anyone else because the last person he did that with was Carla.

He usually likes the couch next to the pool table since it faces the Lucky 38's elevators. However, if Cass falls alseep there after drinking a little too much, then Boone will take a different couch.

Rex:

Rex changes where and who he sleeps every night, but whenever he sleeps with Boone it’s like this:

Raul Tejada, Arcade Gannon and My Courier Six:

Raul, Arcade and her all share the main big bedroom.

Usually Raul and Courier Six share the bed with ED-E (and sometimes Rex) in the middle. Raul will 100% play the arthritis and old man card.

Despite ghouls being described as gross/smelly, even Raul describes it "stink like a public toilet after Cinco de Mayo". Courier Six isn't bothered by it and doesn't mind sleeping next to him.

Actually, during the two years she worked as a courier she slept alone in many dangerous places. So, now being able to sleep next to someone makes her feel safe and happy.

Arcade usually takes the two couches and pushes them together. It's never comfortable, but he would rather do that than share a bed. His height makes sleeping on the couches difficult.

Arcade LMAO:

When Courier Six and Raul are gone he gets some of the BEST sleep in his life. The Presidential Suite beds are probably one of the few times in the Mojave he's found a bed that fits someone his height.

If Raul and Courier Six return late and Arcade is sleeping they'll just let him have the bed and sleep on the couches normally.

ED-E:

99% of the time ED-E is snuggling Courier Six. However if she's gone he'll either lay next to wherever Rex has settled, intentional sleep near Arcade to annoy him or just float by the elevator waiting for her return.

Courier Six snuggles ED-E like this:

[astrobei]

concept: lumax goes on a roller skating date. and at first, max thinks she’s going to be so good at it, because skateboarding is basically the same thing, and she knows how to move on wheels and every time lucas had tried to use her skateboard he fell and totally ate shit. she shows up feeling pretty good about herself— “don’t worry,” she keeps telling lucas, “if you fall i’ll catch you.” and lucas doesn’t say anything, and max just gets more and more smug until they finally step out onto the rink and my girl’s legs go flying out from under her, and she’s so confused as to what’s happening because she skateboards all the time, but she’s not used to having wheels actually on her feet, and she’s not used to them being able to go in two different directions. meanwhile lucas, basketball king of hawkins high and coordinated student athlete extraordinaire, is completely fine. and max keeps telling him to stop laughing— stop laughing, lucas, this isn’t funny!— even though it totally is. and he catches her the first couple of times she falls, and it’s no big deal, but then she falls hard and takes him down with her, and they land on top of each other and they’re laughing so hard that their chests hurt. and then lucas grins and says, “nice one, zoomer,” and max turns so, so red.

(@elekinetic thank u for the rollerskating lumax brainrot)

[halcyoncyrus]

Sweet Tooth comic panel redraw with the show's designs

(original below)

from Sweet Tooth Vol. 3: Animal Armies - By Jeff Lemire

[kirbyddd]

why there so many people hallucinating on line

[cerealmonster15]

lowkey feel like im gonna throw up and idk if thats the anxiety or the chocolate from earlier LOL

[un-pearable]

stumbles in, visibly disheveled, hair a mess, clutching my zane minifig i bought at age child in an iron grip and eyes incredibly bloodshot. i didn’t sleep and watched ninjago all night who wants to hear my insane ramblings

[johndonneswife]

spending time with my sister again is making me sad. i want to shake her and scream at her and let her know there’s more for her out there - all she has to do is grab it. she’s only been here 24 hours and has already facetimed our mom, dad & grandmother multiple times, as if she doesn’t see all three of them every day back home. she’s constantly been telling me stories about my cousin’s kids as if they’re her own - shows me pictures of them posing in front of art projects she does with them, candids of them playing at the park. she expects me to be sadder than i am because someone in our extended family, who i talk to maybe once every 8 years, is sick. she deliberately forces herself to speak with a thick accent like everyone we know, but i can tell she’s faking it. she’s talking about buying a house that will be ‘good’ for our parents and her boyfriend’s mom to live in ‘one day,’ when she’s never even had a real job and has never lived away from my parents. she’s asking me about the guest list for my wedding and bringing up all these people in our family she knows i don’t like, who i don’t talk to, who i don’t even consider family anymore.

i want her to live for herself for once in her life. i want her to be single for once in her life. i want her to learn not to rely on a boyfriend to bolster her self-esteem. i want her to make new friends, to come home late, to have a ‘rebellious phase.’ i want her to feel real anger. i want her to have her own thoughts, to have real interests and passions. i want her to have a life outside of the cult that is our family. i wish she knew she was more than a baby factory. i wish she knew she was more than my mother’s puppet. i wish she knew people would still love her and cherish her if she would just be herself - and with that knowledge, i wish more than anything she would feel comfortable enough to finally figure out who exactly she is.

all she does is perform. she plays it safe - sticks to all the approved hobbies and phrases and thoughts and aspirations. she doesn’t even know she’s doing it. and being around her is fine but she is emotionally immature because of all of this shit. she lacks depth. she is not a self-actualized person. i could not tell you anything about her soul. she leans in too hard to what everyone else has always wanted her to be.

selfishly - she could maybe be the one person in the world who understands me best - but she’ll never be. and that makes me sad, too.

[cantuscorvi]

He had arrived early - like his new client had required. He had never heard that name before, and it always felt like a moment of danger. A new client meant only new injuries, new fears unlocked, new moments of trauma he would have to shovel down a generous amount of denial. Because who could be gentle and soft whenever they had obtained Oliver’s professional number? He was a toy made to handle pain, and satiate those who had the darkest desires. Until perhaps one day, he wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. 

Sat at the edge of the bed, he felt his heart racing inside his chest. He had followed the instructions given - blindfolded for the occasion, and wearing his usual clothes. A white shirt following the curve of his waist, black pants emphasizing the muscles of his thighs. Bare feet. At least there were no awkward outfits, no leather, no toys of torture displayed on the bed. Oliver could almost believe that this meeting was meant to be harmless. He was a fool for even thinking about that. When he heard the familiar click of the electronic card reader of the door, he quickly checked that his blindfold was covering his eyes properly. If his client had demanded it, he couldn’t take the risk of suddenly losing it in the middle of the session. 

In his pitch black world, Oliver listened attentively to the sounds surrounding him. The confident steps of the stranger - Oh, but it seemed he had hesitated for a second before entering the room. The brush of his clothes when he walked closer. Oliver swallowed his spite, apprehension growing as much as he was afraid that this small bubble of comfort would suddenly pop and disappear to the raging cruelty of another man.

“Good evening.” Oliver greeted, politely, while he offered a smile that could seem genuine, but was deeply full of fear.

@distopea // i'm sorry i'm writing war and peace AGAIN but i love u

He had prepared meticulously for this moment. 

Raum knew how perceptive Oliver could be. Any little detail could give him away, and so before he’d arrived he had bathed with a different scent, freshly shaved, and chosen different clothes. He hadn’t styled his hair, instead letting the front strands fall loose over his brow. He’d even refrained from smoking – something that was coming back to bite him now. God, he itched for one to quell whatever strange, jittery feeling was rising in his stomach.

Standing before the door he felt somehow ridiculous. What the hell was he doing here? When he'd booked Oliver’s company again under a different name, it had been an impulsive decision. Late at night after a work dinner where everybody smiled and laughed and nobody understood him at all, spurred on by the alcohol in his system, a split second of weakness led him to this moment. It had been over a month since their last, frankly terrible encounter, and Raum knew that Oliver would likely not want to see him. If he saw the name Raum usually used (obviously, not his own, but the one that Oliver was familiar with) no doubt it would raise his hackles. He would be expecting a conflict. He’d be right to expect one – for when Raum would see his sour expression and hear the biting words Oliver had to spit at him, his own usual sense of calm often flew out of the window.

Not this time. Here behind the door, Oliver would be waiting, expecting somebody else. This was an opportunity for hidden intent - some misguided attempt to… to do what? Raum didn't know. He wasn't there to apologise – the idea of that was frankly insulting to consider after how Oliver had behaved on his balcony. It was something else, the urge to wipe away the last memory he had of the other man – the despair and suffering and anger on his face as he grabbed his clothes and stormed out of the apartment.

It was that vision which spurred him on now. Raum took a breath and held it, allowed a moment for his thoughts to fade into background static, and then slipped his keycard into the door. As he stepped into the room, the click of the lock hit with a sense of finality. No turning back now. 

Seeing Oliver sitting there patiently had caused him to pause while Raum checked that he hadn’t immediately been spotted. No. Good. Ever full of confidence, Raum hadn't planned for what might happen if Oliver didn’t follow his instructions to the letter. The scene before him was both alien and familiar, Oliver waiting ( but not for him, just someone ) and sitting there patiently at the edge of the bed. Nothing in his body language suggested recognition – he was polite. He was smiling. And… to Raum’s eyes trained by memories a stranger wouldn’t hold, he was afraid.

When Oliver spoke to him, Raum didn't say anything at all. Regardless of how much he wanted to announce himself – wanted to shatter the tentative illusion he had barely created. Wanted it to be known, I'm here. I'm here, because I can't stay away from you and I’m sick of repeating this game. There was no way he could say it without everything going to Hell in ways that he wished to avoid. Instead, his purpose tonight was to be a ghost in the room. Someone else – someone without all the baggage, the lies, the manipulations that had led them to this moment. A stranger.

As he gazed upon the dark strip of silk covering Oliver's eyes, Raum knew he was fooling himself. This was just another deception. Another mask. Another transgression to add to the pile. They weren’t balanced here either, but he could pretend, for a while. They wouldn’t have to fight. 

Raum maintained his silence even as he finally approached a distance close enough to touch. He brushed his knee against Oliver’s first, then slowly moved it forward, guided Oliver’s legs to part a little so he could step in-between. Closer, he noted how Oliver could sense his presence without seeing him, how he seemed to tense in reaction to the proximity, unsure, before forcing himself to relax, head tilting upward to face him. No doubt something he had practised many times to deal with all sorts of depravities. Raum didn’t want that to be the case here either.

He kept one of his legs in contact with the inside of Oliver’s thigh – connected, grounding. And finally, Raum reached out with his hand. Slow and careful, he slipped his fingers through Oliver’s hair, sweeping it away from his forehead. The room was so quiet, he could hear Oliver breathe. Raum watched his own movement with slightly widened eyes. Just the small, insignificant action felt strangely intense, building even more when Oliver didn’t protest. He would if he knew who was doing this to him, his mind whispered. He lifted his opposite hand to join and drew them both gently around Oliver’s face, carefully avoiding the blindfold. The little strip of cloth was the only thing holding the sanity of the situation together. 

Looking down at Oliver’s charming features, Raum realised thanks to that little cloth, he could do whatever he wished. There were so many things he found himself wanting, suddenly. Part of him wanted what they had before, that painful but electric bond that made them clash so violently. The familiarity of it called at him, to grab and push and pull and press and bite and take. And treacherously, Oliver’s lips invited him – Raum wanted to kiss him. But none of those things were to be. Not tonight. Not if he didn’t want to get caught.

Instead, his hands drifted their way down. Fingertips skimmed lightly over Oliver’s skin, one lingering under his bottom lip with greedy intent before they made their way down each side of his jaw and neck. It was where Raum had last held him in that fit of rage, a bruising grip that dangled him over the balcony. The contrast now was striking, both hands able to span his throat entirely, fingers meeting but without pressure, a caress.

His fingers found the edge of Oliver’s shirt. Raum exhaled the breath he had been unconsciously holding at the feel of Oliver’s familiar, supple skin under his hands. It was rare he got the chance like this to truly take his time. Avarice settled in him as his fingers curled tightly in the fabric of Oliver’s clothes. Slowly Raum sank to his knees and pressed his face into the crook of Oliver’s neck, lips against the underside of his jaw, and breathed. This opportunity may not be afforded again – he was deceitful for it, yes, cruel and indecent, yes, a hypocrite falling to his obsessions, but he didn’t care. Oliver was here, and so was he, and he would surely grasp this with both hands even if it showed him for what he was in the end.

[gardenlilgnome]

mmmmm im so exhausted.

[dollerines]

How I entered the void so easily after 1 year of trying

So after 1 year and half of trying to enter I finally did it and I am so mad because it REALLY IS SOOOOO EASY and tbh if in this post you are looking for any sort of validation or info you smart ass already know then please REMEMBER THIS : entering the void is extremely easy. You just have to do it in a way that resonates with you.

Personally for me since I had adhd I couldn’t just stay still and affirm for 1 or even a few for 10 mins. Not just because I was lazy but because just repeating “I am in the void” for so long gets me tired and makes me think of the void more and you actually don’t want to think too deeep about it. I couldn’t wake 3 hours prior and then affirm or even have the patience to do the psych k, yes I was extremely lazy back then and unpresistent but one thing that helped me even backed then was THE ALPHA STATE MEDITATION !

You just have to find what works for you, find a method technique whatever you want to do that doesn’t seem like a chore. So In a post back then I found on @gorgeouslypink acc talking about doing the alpha sate meditation and I tried it back then and I felt really relaxed and it was a good feeling but like I said back then I was realllly lazy so after a few mins I stopped. Then many months later passed and I was still looking for anything and everything on the void. Then just like two days ago I came across another post which was pretty simple and the technique I used was called the DISTRACTED TECHNIQUE.

All there was to do was the usual you get into a comfortable position and then she said to use the alpha state meditation and used the one gorgeouslypink recommended. So I used it and then what she tell you to do is to just think of anything else just get distracted basically and this WAS SO GOOD 4 ME because back then I had adhd so it made it harder to concentrate on just affirming and so yeah I just thought of random things and then at some point where I was completely distracted I felt my body like lift up 😭 if that makes sense I just can’t clearly describe it. It felt really like a shift and I was like ‘panicking’ in a way but I wasn’t actually panicking I just kinda became aware what was going and then I got scared a little but I just relaxed shortly after. Also my fan that was making like a loud noises was coming in an out and then I only hear it in one ear and then I didn’t hear anything and I just stayed there wondering if I reached the void and i actually was!!! I didn’t feel my body it felt like I had no body at all and it was pitch black just like how I imagined the void to be. For a few minutes I just stayed there feeling the most surreal peace I have ever felt. I needed that peace fr 💀.

So then I affirmed for my desires all I said was “I have all my desired results from my subliminal playlist.” Then just to be extra sure I just said “I have everything I want.”

At that point I got really excited and then I wiggled my toes to get out because I was too dam happy I needed to see all my shit the moment I wake up and then I slowly started getting out and when I tell you I cried for like a good dam minute when I woke up and saw how DIFFERENT. My room looked. I literally screamed onto my pillow. I was so dam scare and yet excited to see how I looked.

WHAT I MANIFESTED :

Desired body and face

Having silky straight tailbone length hair cuz mines was originally curly

And everything in my sub playlist

My desired boyfriend and guys I made him be like Gojo Satoru ( because we are all delusional over him 🤪) and let me tell you he is so tall, handsome, sexy and a literal god. He is so silly too 🩷

Moving countries I now live in ny

Never actually meeting my ex and all the people in my old school forget me and have actually never even met me. Like if u asked them about me they have never heard or known me before

Extremely rich rich like hella bands

Got rid of my anxiety and mental health issue

Plus +++

NEVER EVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS.

Even if the circumstances seem to be eating you alive don’t mind that too much. Even if all seems hopeless don’t give up because you already know nothing can decide or be unless you give it power to be. So stop being goofy and take responsibility and DONT STRESS!! You don’t see God stressing do you. All he has to do is blink and whatever he wants to happen, happens. Plus a lot of confidence came from non dualism that I owe a huge thanks to @trynafindbarbiee she really said it like it is !!

YOU GOT THIS ML 🩷🩷🩷🩷

[chagrin-roses]

I thought I hit rock bottom a few months ago but I was dead wrong tf 💀

[vanteguccir]

hey guys! I know that this blog isn't about anything other than the celebrities and characters that I write for and read about, but I need to ask for some little help right now...

as some of you already know, I'm from Brazil, and a state from my country is announced to be in public disaster. it's been raining A LOT (more than usual) for days without stopping, and the force of it is causing dams to brake, all of them, which is causing extreme floods

right now, we have at least 10 WHOLE cities under complete water, at least 100 d3aths, more than 200 hurt, and we lost count on the missing people

more than 7 bridges broke, which is preventing people from evacuating, despite government requests. many are without water, electricity, internet, and food

the entire country is mobilizing, firefighters and soldiers from all states are going there to help, people are sending money to NGOs of anything that can help, or sending basic products (non-perishable food, clothing, etc.) to military posts across the country, but despite all this, I just wanted to ask you to pray for us and send positive energy! we really need it right now

we have never been through anything like this since Brazil is a country that is less likely to experience disasters like that, which is making everything more difficult, as we were not prepared...

FOR THOSE THAT ARE BRAZILIAN!: starting tomorrow, all post offices in SP and PR will receive donations of basic items for FREE and will take them to Rio Grande do Sul!!! if you can't send money, but can send some clothes, non-perishable food or hygiene itens, please check which post office in your city will do this work!!!!

I also have info of secure PIX you can send money or places you can send itens. if you want to know more, just ask through the comments

we just hope it will all end soon ;( thank you!

[charlotte-zophie]

Therapy conversation

Dear Fandom, dear Mr. Gaiman,

I hope this isn´t weird but i have something to confess.

Since I watched the second season of Good Omens, I've gone through so many phases that I barely recognize myself anymore.

My first reaction after episode 6 was shock, then I was disturbed because I didn't know that it was possible for a series to have such a strong influence on my psyche, I questioned myself and doubted my sanity. Then I was overcome by an incredible sadness and was really heartbroken. I felt like a pubescent teenager, in my mid-30s. I couldn't sleep properly for several days, had nightmares and my thoughts were with these two ineffable loving idiots the whole time.

And the worst thing about it was that for the first few days I was really ashamed to admit to myself and my husband that I was completely and hopelessly immersed in this world. I did nothing but watch videos, listen to sad songs, and read heartbreaking fanfictions for days. And of course I read the book again and watched the series over and over again. All in the hope that it will ease my heartache a little.

But as is often the case in these situations, after a few days in which no real change occurs, you have the thought that you will be lost in this feeling forever. But since I have 3 children that I need to look after, of course locking myself away for weeks with heartbreak wasn't an option, so I had to find an outlet for myself to channel my pain.

So I started painting a picture. By Aziraphale and Crowley. And stroke by stroke I let my feelings flow out of me and into the picture.

It took over a week until I had a motif in which I could see my thoughts and feelings expressed and then it took another week until I finished the picture. On an old canvas with paints that haven't been used for a long time, with many, many layers of old paint underneath.

But when the picture was finally finished, it really took a load off my mind. It was like I had broken a dam and was finally able to let it all out and convert it into creative energy.

But I think the most important thing was that I uploaded the picture to Tumblr and received such a response that I was incredibly touched and immediately motivated to paint more pictures.

Since that day, hardly a moment goes by when I am not holding a pen in my hand or not thinking about a new picture. I'm in one of the most creative phases in a very long time and I'm really enjoying it.

I am so grateful for the wonderful people here! Here I see that I'm not alone with my strange feelings that I still don't really know how to classify. Here I read thoughts that are so similar to mine, here I see works of art that melt my heart, here I feel understood!

And I am so grateful for the pain that showed me the way back to my creative energy!

Thank you Fandom!

Thank you Neil Gaiman!

I would have been lost without you!

Because I don't know my way around here very well, I didn't think about pinning the picture in question as a link when I created this post, but since many people have asked about it, I've pinned it here. Thank you all, love love love

[sweetiecutie]

Part five: strap on 🩷 Kinktober Masterlist 🩷

Pairing: Valeria Garza x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, strap on, overstimulation, mommy kink, lesbians in love

- Aw, what’s the matter hermosa? Is it too much for you to take? - Valeria tutted at your squealing, her fingers gripping your thighs even harder, blunt nails leaving bright semi-circles on your skin. Her hips snapped hard against yours, 7 inch strap burying deep inside your raw pussy, silicone tip of was nudging your poor cervix, causing a small bulge to appear on your tummy.

- Can’t… Can’t take more mommy, - you whined, writhing in her tight grip. She’s been at it for hours, holding your legs opened wide, fucking you into a babbling senseless mess, wringing one orgasm out of you after another. Your whole body shook with intensity of pleasure, toes curling every time Valeria shoved all of her length in your sopping cunt, your juices covering her lower stomach, causing bronze skin glisten wetly.

- It’s up to me wether you can take more or not, - her stern voice boomed, dominant tone she uttered these words with made your cunny clench desperately around thick shaft, eyes rolling back into your skull as it grazed all the sweetest spots inside of you repeatedly. - Look at you, so pretty on mommy’s strap. You’ve been thinking about this whole day, haven’t you? Sending me those photos like a needy little bitch, just wanting me to destroy you completely.

You only managed to nod your head, too cockdrunk to form a coherent sentence. You did feel needy, thinking that sending Valeria a few nudes in that sexy new set you got recently was a good idea. Well, it worked all too well - her bending you over first flat surface in your house seconds after finally getting back home, nimble fingers scissoring your drooling pussy open before fucking her biggest strap inside of your greedy warmth, making you purr and squeal under your wife’s rough touch.

Valeria reached for your tits, grabbing a handful of soft pudge, cruel fingers twisting your nipple out, mixing slight pain into concoction of pleasure, turning your brain into thoughtless mush. Her other had was busy bullying your swollen clit, each swipe of calloused fingertip against exposed tip sent electric shocks running up and down your spine, setting your nerves alight. Your back arched off soft mattress, hands gripping onto now messy sheets, needing something to hold onto.

- Fuck, mami, gonna cum! Can I please cum? Please… - you wailed, a heavy feeling setting in the pit of your stomach, thick strap ramming in and out of you along with Valeria’s relentless abuse on your clit drew you closer to your orgasm. Your eyes watered with tears of pleasure as you gazed up at Garza, a smug smirk curled her lips as black eyes studied your every smallest feature intently.

- Yes, you can cum, - she said finally, her voice a bit breathy from exertion with which she was fucking you. And with that a dam broke - thick pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, subduing all the colors and sounds around, only leaving place for pure euphoria to ripple through your veins.

Valeria fucked you through your high, prolonging it as much as she could, trying to burn your precious expression in her brain, sexy sounds of your release made her heart beat faster with excitement. As you slowly came back to your senses a satisfied grin made its way onto your flushed face; you puckered out your lips indicating that you wanted a kiss, in which Valeria gladly indulged.

There really wasn’t anything else Valeria needed - all she has ever longed for was here, laying underneath her and giggling at her in post-coital giddiness, causing Garza’s cold soldier heart to skip a beat at intensity of her adoration for you.

But well, maybe pulling one more orgasm out of you would make Valeria even happier?