be a bitch, always

I LOVE making out. That pull when you can’t get close enough, when you’re breathing each other in and every touch feels electric. The way my hands find their face, their neck, their hair, pulling them closer. The heat of their mouth against mine, the sound of their breath, their hands roaming, claiming, exploring. The way our bodies move together until everything blurs and it’s just want and warmth and need.

you're so cute. im gonna fantasize about moaning for you

CANT WAIT FOR THE DAY WHEN I GO TO BED EVERY NIGHT ALL SNUGGLED UP NEXT TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND GET ENDLESS LOVE AND CUDDLES

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

if you’re reading this i hope something good happens to you today

Eat her pussy and bite her thighs