𝘬𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘺

It had become a common occurrence, fucking yourself on your boyfriend. He was more than happy to prop himself up against the headboard, spark a J and watch you get yourself off on his cock..you didn’t bounce, just simply plant yourself onto him, and grind your hips back and forth, your clit making perfect contact with his base. It felt so.fucking.good. breathless incoherent mumbles and whines falling from your lips as you used him.

He loved watching you through hooded eyes, lazily writhing upon him as he takes long drags of his blunt..mumbling praises with he occasional hiss at the friction..god he could watch you for hours and hours.

Taking in every perfect little detail of your body through the smoke.

“Mmh-you’re a fuckin’ goddess y’know that?” he grunts, before taking a long drag of his joint, reaching up to grip your throat with his free hand. He pulls you down to him, your tits now flush to his chest as your lips just barely brush together.. slowly, he exhales the cloud of smoke from his mouth,into yours.

His mouth turns up into a sly grin as he watches you breath it in, his grip on your throat loosening. You sit yourself back up, your grinding beginning again almost immediately, your head rolling back as you blow the smoke toward the ceiling, a small broken moan coming from you.

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after a while of grinding, matt notices your pace faltering, your legs becoming weak. He takes multiple mini tokes, finishing off his joint, and stubbs it out in the bedside table ashtray.

He grips your hips, flipping you both over whilst your tight walls are still wrapped around his length. Your head sinks into the pillows as he hovers over you. You peer up at him through doe eyes, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Admiring his slight stubble and tussled hair, the silver chain hanging from his neck, his pink parted lips that are just begging to be kissed.

he slowly leans down to your collar bone, planting sloppy, hungry kisses as he works his way up your neck. You can’t help but let out small Mm’s at the feeling of his mouth working your delicate skin, instinctively threading your fingers through his messy curls.

he reaches your ear, grazing your lobe with his teeth before whispering “My turn sweet thing”

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an; I CANT EVEN TELL YOU HOW BADLY I NEED THIS BDKWIXIIJK

this image comes into my mind so so often & i finally put it into words🙂‍↕️