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body of a virgin, mind of a whore

Something about "sweet girl..." being murmured so lovingly is making me so insanely weak right now

somno where you wake up already full of him because he woke up first and couldn't resist sliding in while you were still soft and warm and dreaming, and now he's moving slow and asking if you want to go back to sleep for him or if you want to come first, and you can't decide because both feel impossibly good

Can I talk about cockwarming but in a non-sexual way? I mean, yes, it technically is because, you know, but I mean cockwarming as a way of decompressing. It's basically cuddling with extra steps. Wanting to be as close as humanly possible, the pressure of them inside you paired with the weight of their body against yours. Just very intimate and cozy, resting in their lap, covered with a soft blanket while they hold you close, it's the perfect way to end a day

fucking them from behind but it’s so deep that all you have to do is grind against them and hold them while their body shakes and the pretty sounds just fall out of their mouth

whatever you do don’t think about swimming with your f/o and their group of friends, their hands wandering to your waist underwater and dropping lower, their fingers hooking your swim bottoms to the side to draw light circles over your clit as they keep up a conversation with someone, pinching at your thigh when your friend asks you if something’s wrong

Hi. Sitting down on your f/o’s lap when you’re wearing a big shirt and no pants and he can feel your warmth through your panties as you sloooowly rock your hips back and forth and grind against his cock and you hear the way his breath hitches and he stifles a moan as his fingers dig into your hips and he can feel the fabric of your panties start to get damp, clinging to you and—

thinkin about sleepy cockwarming... all cozy and snuggled up in blankets while they slip inside sooo easy... the warmth between us so so close... them pushing deeper occasionally, me rolling my hips ever so slightly, riling eachother up, but we are soooo eepy we just chuckle and cuddle abt it 💕

Swearing that you’re both too tired for anything tonight and you’re just going to go to sleep, that it’s not going to be anything more as you’re tangled up in each other, kissing and then eventually dry humping and before you know it, it feels so good that you’re kicking off clothes under the covers and holding each other close for slow, drowsy, cuddly sex.

your f/o subconsciously stroking his finger over the last place you gave him a kiss

cowboy putting his hat on you before you take him for a ride

love boners from them doing domestic things for you and taking care of you

dry humping until he’s leaking through his boxers and you lick at it through the fabric while he holds your head against it

im no mathematician but thigh riding thursday + tits out thursday = riding his thigh while his hands and mouth worship your tits

sleepy sundays with your fave...you’re both too lazy to get out of bed, choosing to instead bask in each other’s bare flesh, limbs tangled beneath sun-warmed sheets. he remains buried inside you for most of the day, coaxing you in and out of consciousness with the slow grind of his hips and the persistent stretch of his cock. any outside noise is drowned out by your combined sounds of pleasure and the whirring of your bedroom fan; as far as either of you are concerned, you’re the only lovers alive.

his hand on your hip, your chest pressed against his, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose, the smile on your lips when you saw him, the warmth of your body. he thinks about it all when he excuses himself to go to the bathroom. he must be a pervert, jerking off because of a simple hug, but can you blame him? if you knew what you did to him, you would understand how unfair it is.