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I’m so fucking touch starved. I want to be caressed and loved and yearned for. 🥺

Concept: I’m meticulously rubbing your pussy from behind while we spoon. Big, slow, gentle, thorough movements. Never speeding up — just rubbing and rubbing and rubbing with lots of pressure. Moaning into your ear. My arm around your neck. You’re holding onto my forearm while you grind yourself back against my fingers, biting me when you get overwhelmed with pleasure. My lips on your neck. You’re pussy sounds sooo wet. You can’t hold back your orgasm any longer and start shaking in my arms. I hold you tight against me, but I just keep rubbing and rubbing and rubbing...

im tired of things costing money

being highly intellectual and well mannered is really attractive

I prefer a lowkey vibe, with no one knowing anything about us except us

voice messages from my favorite person >>>>

i am begging for a sloppy, passionate make out session. im talking heavy breathing and hands pulling the other closer, squeezing and grasping at anything. swollen lips, bruised necks and collarbones…friction in all the right places but still desperate for more. sighs and moans and little grunts of pleasure…nail marks on shoulders and fingertip marks on hips. i just need it so badly

a woman’s moan is the origin of the universe

bestie do you wanna come over and get high and i can swirl my tongue around your nipples for like an hour until you’re panting and dripping through your panties

💦🍑💦

that’s it, that’s the post.

I’m that kind of person who keeps letters and birthday cards, tickets from trains, parks or museums.