bubbles˚○°

nonchalance turns me off so badly. give me obsession on the brink of depravity or give me nothing

NEED THAT

want possessive sex. not the type where you're trying to put me in my place, but rather the reassuring kind. telling me i'm yours in a sweet tone that blurs to condescending when you see how easily i fall apart from your words. your hand barley putting pressure around my throat while you promise i'm the only one you need. eyes rolling back while i squeeze around you and pant out desperate begs against your mouth to never stop, needing you to keep going. digging my nails into your arms, stabilizing myself on my grasp and from the thought of never letting you go. losing all coherence when you start praising me in my ear, moaning how perfect i feel, how pathetic my whines are when you call me yours. and as soon as my begs start spilling for permission to cum, you tell me to say it out loud. to say i'm yours, over and over despite my words blending together with broken moans, raspy whines, and shaky sobs. fucking me as if our lives depended on it and making sure that when i cum, i know im yours. only yours.

idc if the strap isn’t real! Cum inside me, on my face, on my tits, on my nipples, in my mouth, on my clit and rub it all over me with your strap.

my glorious wife

god forbid a girl likes some smut with her morning coffee

femmes deserves forehead kisses and cozy cuddles by their beloved butch !!! not stress !!!!!!

femme who can’t speak cause it feels too good vs butch who cant shut up cause it feels too good