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we're gonna hold eye contact while i slowly talk you through your orgasm

honest to god dry humping is so hot. bending a girl over against a wall with my hands at their hips and slamming into their ass, fully clothed. the only stimulation that's there is the feeling of me rutting against them, my jeans dragging against their skirt. but they're moaning like they really do have a strap in them, like we're naked and im inside them, and it's just from the motion of me fucking them. from the thought of it. i try to unbuckle my pants and flip open their skirt but they reach their hands back to keep me there, fully clothed, just humping them because it feels too good and if i stop for just a single moment they'll start crying from it being missing.

sex is when you need to pee and you decide to hold it while rubbing your clit. hit reblog

So… can I be your favourite sex toy? Can I be your fleshlight? Can I use my body to make you feel good? Can I worship and praise you so you feel like a god? Can I make videos for you to get off to so you don’t need porn anymore? Can I be the star in all your fantasies? Can I be your baby, your slut, your puppy and anything else you want? Can I suffer for you? Cum for you? Exist to please you? Can I? Or do you hate me?

I love bruises from sex. I love when my holes are sore from taking cock. I love when my jaw hurts from sucking them off. I love the ache in my muscles the next day. I love all the little reminders that remain after they’ve used me, the way they’ve imprinted themselves on my body in a way I get to feel for days afterwards.

being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it

consider : you put me flat on my stomach and rail the absolute fuck out of me until i can do nothing but make those little ah-ah-ah sounds and try not to completely embarrass myself on your dick .!!

Hearing the phrase “I touched myself while thinking about you” makes me become so dysfunctional. Like 🫠… really?… tell me what you were thinking? Promise you’ll do it again for me? And keep telling me? Please, please, please…