Kitty

Back up account for @goddessvibes2 ✨

“Once I stop caring you’re not getting it back. I’ll be cold as ice, I promise.”

I need to eat a girl out so bad. Want her to finally relent to my begging, finally allowing me the privilege of crawling in between her legs. A hand gently massaging my scalp as I reverently press kisses along her inner thighs. For her to gasp and chuckle at my eagerness when I finally begin to lick and suck at her, my little moans and panting only serving to make her wetter. She breathily comments on how sloppy I am, but my eagerness makes up for technique as her slick soaks my chin. Her fingers are now tightly clenching my hair, my face pulled even closer to her cunt. I’m short on air by the time she’s throbbing under my tongue, her hand now pulling me off of her to get me to stop.

making her count each time you cum inside her. that whiny dazed voice whimpering out a three as you sink your cock deeper in and give her those final few strokes. she’s so pretty like this, isn’t she? cum dripping down her pussy, the intense warmth on her clit making her twitch. groaning in that low vibrating way into the plush duvet. her inner thighs slick with her own wetness. trembling legs and arched back. she’s been such a good girl. she can take another. she’ll take as many as you’re willing to give. draping your body over hers and taking her jaw in your hand. tell me you’re my good girl. fucked out little moan escaping her throat before she obeys. mmm you really are. rocking slowly back and forth into her, so fucking deep at this angle. the tops of your thighs pressed to the backs of hers. the curve of her ass to your hips and stomach. she feels so good like this. leaning up and taking her hair in your hand, the other on her waist. say it again, what are you. tell me. swirling desperate words eager to reply, they turn sharp as you pull her head back. you’re my what? i didn’t hear you. louder now she says it again. hard thrusts angled slightly upward, forcing her body to meet your pace. and my good girl belongs to me, doesn’t she. say it. breathless agony in her voice, strangled pleasure symphonies. taking the full force of each merciless stroke, eyes rolling back and her swollen lips trying to work the words through a cumdrunk haze of lust.