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pillow princess!megan whose back arches off the bed so much when you suck her nipples that you have to push her back down. you’re tongue glides around the sensitive bud for what feels like hours to her, while her other breast is being groped by your hand, pinching and tugging so you can hear her moans bounce off the walls. when you go to switch sides, her chest rises to follow your mouth so you take your free arm and lay it across her. not enough to hurt, but enough to make sure that she can’t writhe around. you lean back down and a new wave of slickness gushes out of her from the dual sensations, your mouth on her chest, and your arm on her lower stomach. you can feel her wetness from where she’s weakly trying to grind against your naked thigh, it makes you smile against her chest and let out a whimper of your own.

pillow princess!megan who isn’t afraid to beg for what she wants. you’ll be teasing her, kissing up and down the length of her legs, stopping over her cunt. she thinks, ‘finally,’ but all you do is blow cold air towards it before turning to her inner thigh, littering it with soft bites and kisses. her legs are shaking, holding back from tightening around you before she gives up on being patient. her legs wrap around your shoulders, feet locking together and heels digging into your back, pushing you impossibly closer to her. “please,” she whimpers, “pleaseplease please. need you s’bad, baby.” you look up and she’s on her elbows, chest heaving up and down. when you finally meet her eyes, they’re dark, as though her pupils have swallowed her irises. there are tears in the corners of her eyes. how could you say no to such a pretty face? when you finally put your mouth on her sex, you moan at the taste. the vibrations mixed with the build up she’d experienced make her collapse onto her back. she’s babbling incoherent pleas that you decipher into, “please don’t stop,” “so good,” and “more.”

pillow princess!megan who prefers being underneath your weight, but doesn’t mind being on top, riding you. your strap, thigh or face. sometimes you’re gaming and she gets needy and pulls your chair away from the desk. before you can ask her what’s wrong, her mouth is on yours and she’s shimmying out of her pyjama shorts. she takes your controller and throws it towards the bed. nine times out of ten it makes it but when it doesn’t, she apologies with a kiss and brings your hands up to her waist as you guide her into your knee. you flex your thigh and she moans into your mouth, clit dragging against the fabric of your pants until she cums with a high pitched moan.

sometimes, when you’ve been packing all day, you’ll both find yourselves naked and sat at the edge of your bed. megan will climb on top of you and line up your strap with her entrance and sink onto you slowly, mouth forming a small ‘o’ shape as she bottoms out, clit pressing into the cool leather of the harness. when she’s all the way down, she’ll start moving her hips back and forth.

or your favourite, when you’re lying down in the bed and she’s sat on top of you, full weight on her face and gripping her headboard. she’s moving erratically on top of you because you’re being unrelentingly, sucking deeply on her clit before switching to thrusting your tongue in and out of her. she cums with a loud moan, body twitching on top of you, breathing heavily. you don’t stop, drinking up her cum and continue to eat her out. she whimpers, overstimulated until she gathers the strength to lift herself off of you. you smile up at her, mouth and nose shiny with her fluids, and she knows that look in your eye is an insatiable hunger, but she’s too sensitive to let you continue eating her out. instead, she leans down and kisses you, moaning at the taste of herself on your tongue.

you love pillow princess!megan more than words can describe. if it were up to you, you’d spend all day and night between her legs. the feeling of her legs clamped around you, of her hand in your hair, it’s almost enough to get you off. you love hearing her noises, the way she whimpers and whines underneath you. she’s more prone to soft noises like that than loud moans, and you drink up every second of them. you practically get drunk off her essence, not stopping even after hours. when she’s cum so much that she’s got nothing else to give. even when her hands are gently pushing at your head, trying to pry you away from her, you don’t stop because you know she can take one more. that and her hips are still bucking into your face, chasing after you when you come up for air.

pillow princess!megan who has this unappeasable need for you when you’re not there. whether it be that you’re at work or out of the state/country. she’ll try to ease the burning in her stomach with her fingers but when that doesn’t work, she’ll switch to riding your pillow. and if that doesn’t work, she’ll lose all her self control and call you. when you answer, you think it’s just a routine check up, but then you hear her shallow breathes and she’ll whimper out a small, “baby, please. i miss you. i- ah- i need you so bad. need t’hear your voice.” if you’re with people, you’ll excuses yourself and talk her through it. on good days, you’ll help her right away, but sometimes you’ll tease her and make her beg for your help.

pillow princess!megan who is really clingy after an orgasm. you’re trying to get up to get her some water and a warm flannel (because you can tell by the way her legs are shaking against you that she won’t be able to stand in the shower and unfortunately for you, your apartment doesn’t have a bathtub) so that you can clean her up, but her arms just tighten around you.

“five more minutes,” she whispers into your neck, nose nudging against you as she breathes in your scent. it’s a mixture of sweat, laundry detergent, and your cologne (or perfume). “please, baby.”

you sigh gently, stroking her hair, and kiss her head. “fine. but this time i mean it. five minutes, you need water, you lost a lot of fluids.”

megan just hums, eyes closing with a smile. seven minutes pass of the two of you cuddled up.