The urge to hold down her hips and fuck her through her orgasm, listening to her pretty cries as I turn her into my mindless little slut with my strap.

making her repeat "i'm yours" while i've got her bent over the countertop, her cheek pressed hard against the cold surface. every time she stutters or moans instead of a response i land another hit, adding to the collection of handprints on her ass. pulling out just enough to make her whine and push back. c'mon, princess. whose are you? say it right this time.

Can someone please just reciprocate what I give I shouldn't have to grovel on my knees in the desert for a thousand years just to get a text back

this bc why do so many people make it out like you’re doing something wrong for putting in effort

chasing a femme down in the woods just to fuck her open the moment i catch her, show her what she’s missing with my cock buried in her cunt like she’s some kind of free use fleshlight

“does that make sense?” babe i’ve spent countless hours understanding and knowing your heart and taken note of the most minuscule details. i know your coffee order and the reason you hate your dad and the way your eyes look when ur sad. u always make sense to me

and for the masc, perhaps a clingy and possessive femme?

i can’t stop thinking about them, i dream of a second season