Filthy gothic princess

KINDA GROSS = IM LOWKEY GETTING HOT AND BOTHERED

fuck everyone fuck everyone fuck everyone recently she pulled away to burp and i had to hold back the urge to tell her to do it IN MY FUCKING MOUTH 🗣️ AND EVEN IF I JUST FORCED HER FACE BACK AND SHE DID IT IN MY MOUTH THEN WHAT? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO EXPLAIN THAT? “hi dont pull away, be nasty for me, you bitch~” IM SCARED THAT DOESNT WORK ON NORMAL PEOPLE

ME OF ALL PEOPLE

ABOUT THAT 😭😭😭😭 I WANT YOU SO BAD GIRLIE PLEASE STOP THIS

If you're not into it, feel free to block me or the # that upset you. Take care of yourselves 💜

What do I have to do to get a cute gassy boy to wind up all night?

Rubbing his bloated belly, trying to tease out his burps. I can't help but coo at his flustered blushing, hiccuped apologies and begging me to stop. My insistent massages reward us both with a massive wet belch to the face, and now he's moaning with relief and relaxing into my touches. He reclines back into a more comfortable position and letting me keep working his taut gut, mumbling and blushing about how gross and sorry he is before a sloppy, foul-smelling fart blasts out of him.

It's obnoxiously loud and blows his little skirt up, wafting the stench towards us. I can't help but greedily sniff it and tell him he's soooooo good to get that out, he must be feeling so much better now! And his cute little face crinkles as he gets a whiff of his own fumes, blushing deeper and pushing out an even longer blubbering one from his rear.

He's so bashful, always pretending he hates it, but the way his nose flares at the thick putrid air tells me otherwise. Through his groans of relief, he keeps hiccuping, trying to stifle his burps with his fist, trying to conceal his secret sniffs. He's an undone mess, knowing cute boys like him shouldn't love his own gross smells - and quietly loving a partner pampering him, coaxing out all that gas.

Now we're both sitting in a cloud of his own thick stench. He's belching freely, head thrown back and letting me kiss him as he puffs his stinky burps into my face.

A shadowy corner of a club or bar, a recessed doorway, an alley, a fire escape.

Not allowed to touch them directly, you're holding the fleshlight or the dildo for them, letting them go at their own pace.

Caught between watching them fuck the toy in your hands (and trying not to move) and looking around, worried about being caught, struggling between the desire to tell them to hurry up and knowing that might make them take longer

Getting turned on and not having the hands free to touch yourself, but getting more and more desperate as the person fucking the toy gets closer to release, squeezing your legs together and imagining it's you they're fucking, and eventually the fantasy is real enough you're begging them to cum for you as they desperately hammer their hips into it

Finally you're left with cum or slick dripping down your hands and shaking as you go through a mental orgasm if not a physical one