love is something you do with your teeth

brush your teeth. softly. remember the backs of your teeth. I could do it for you. I could hold your hair back, very gently. hum with me. spit. good, we'll get your upper teeth. I won't forget your gums. I think you're too rough with them. I've got your hand, you're being brave. I'm being brave. I'm being careful. let's wash your mouth. let's see your tongue. I'll check we got it all. my fingers are clean, I promise. you trust me right? I trust you too. I love you, I love you. I love you, I promise. 🪥 🫧

her two spit slick nitrile gloved fingers firmly holding your tongue down flat. you can’t stop how much drool is pooling in your mouth and dripping onto your chest. more fingers push deeper down your throat, slow and probing. you gag, hard, throat constricting painfully around the intrusions. you feel her shudder and press even rougher.

forced to share a bed for whatever porn plot reason but you, adorable and trusting with no sense of boundaries (or maybe too good a sense), sleep soundly all night while I’m wracked with internal conflict over how bad I want you. You, rested and comfortable, slowly waking up to warmth and filtered sunlight and me, holding myself just above you by the elbows, making intense guilty eye contact and blushing furiously and stammering out an excuse before you smile lazily and wrap your legs around my waist

I just think we all deserve massive home libraries and a couple swords, as a treat

[480p video taken in a dim room, there are still tear tracks on my face while I hold up a double peace sign] I cconsent...

pro tip: little sisters love feeling you twitch and jerk inside of them as you start to fall back asleep after the third load of the morning

secret master strategy: they also love being slapped awake to the feeling of you pushing inside and smothering them in forceful disgustingly romantic kisses

groaning “god I’ve missed you” while watching it disappear inside you

i need to be eaten out real sloppy for like... a solid 45 minutes. maybe an hour. the kind of sloppy where there's spit dripping down my ass and im crying and trying to get away from it but the tight grip of hands on my hips won't let me