let's take a moment to think about denying an oral fixated slut your cock while it sits on the floor between your legs, head resting on your thigh, watching you jerk off. nothing else exists to it right now. it's so focused on what it can't have, what it needs so desperately. its mouth is probably hanging open, panting, waiting for permission or for you to grab it by the hair and bring it to your dick. you should do that. hold it by the hair and smother its face in your bush, against your mound, along your length. it knows better than to sneak its tongue out and try to taste you, but god it wants to so badly. think about how pathetic it would sound whining and begging for you to fill its mouth. poor baby. so desperate. so needy. so empty. glassy eyes as it nods along with your condescension. and that's exactly the state you want it in when you finally give it permission. it looks at you, wide-eyed and brainless and eager, almost like it can't believe you finally said yes. and without another second of hesitation, it wets your cock with its spit and kisses and sucks and licks. it moans around you because having its mouth full feels so good. its eyes flutter closed. it could do this for hours.

making her undo my belt, unzip my jeans, pull my boxers down. instructing her. "slower, baby. take your time." comforting her when her hands shake, if she fumbles, stroking her hair and petting her and cooing at her, "there you go, hon. give it a kiss...." all nice and sweet until i'm fucking her face and ignoring her crying

spanking pussy is so underrated. i want her trembling on my lap while her pussy drips all over my thighs and of course i’m being mean on purpose, occasionally brushing my fingers over her needy hole between spanks.

"lovedrunk" is a word She needs to use more. who wants to get loveplayed on.

Bumper sticker that says "your gf calls me handler" is this anything

riding someone after making them cum more times than i can count, my grip around their wrists undoubtedly leaving an outline of my fingers. ignoring how they writhe beneath me, nearly crying about how they can't handle it while i take what i want. closing my eyes and focusing, trying to find a perfect rhythm so i can cum again. i'd tell them to shut up, grinding my hips against them and throwing my head back in attempt to block out their pathetic noises. but it wouldn't work. i'd get so close, right on the edge of bliss, but their whines ringing in my ears would make my eyes roll. i'd repeat myself, this time my voice more raspy and on the verge of giving out. i'd relieve one of their wrists and use that hand to cover their mouth, muffling their cries. what i need threatening to wash over the second i hear them struggle, shamelessly dragging a sadistic laugh out of me. taking it further and telling them to let me use them, instantly feeling that tension break as i cum around them. riding it out with my hand pressed to their face, completely ignoring them and letting myself feel good.

want a butch to be so pathetic and desperate to fuck me and deep down scared too, because they know that once i’m holding them inside of me i’ll be able to do whatever i want to them

Thoughts absolutely consumed by cutting the binder off a tied up fakeboy so her tits can bounce free while the rest of her is bound

Growling thinking about a horrified whine and her trying to cover her tits with her hands but they're bound just barely out of reach....

she's holding your hair as hard as she can. her other hand is holding the gun. you're pushed down onto your already bruised knees when she starts speaking low and slow. she's telling you how you're going to unbuckle and take off her belt, then tuck your fingers under her waist band and pull down her pants. she finds a way to grip the bundle of hair in her hand harder as taps the cold gun against your face before telling you "now go ahead, and don't fuck it up."