Rock

Current mood: I want his cock so far down my throat it leaves bruises.

hands tied. vibrator held in place with no way to move it, chase it or get more than what i’m giving you. turning it to the lowest setting and leaving the room. coming back ten minutes later to find you exactly where i left you except completely wrecked. eyes wet. thighs shaking. so worked up from ten minutes of not enough that the second i walk back in you’re already begging. not even saying real words anymore. reduced to just whimpers. tilting my head. “already?” turning it up one setting. sitting down across from you. picking up my phone. “i’ll check on you in ten more minutes.”

but what if we fucked all night for hours and then fucked as soon as we woke up the next morning? :3

Tell her how pretty she looks when she touches herself for you

if you’re a little obsessive that’s kind of hot of you

"you belong to me" fuckkkkkk yes I do, holy shit, take me, please

thinking about blindfolding you and making you guess where i’m going to touch you next. your whole body on high alert. flinching at air. every nerve ending awake and waiting. pressing one finger to the inside of your wrist and feeling you gasp like i’d done something much more. the power of making you feel everything because you can’t see anything. taking my time. going nowhere near where you need me.