Junipurr

“my pretty little slut”

when he’s so so big over you and inside you trying to coax you into relaxing for him; saying ‘it’s ok, sweetheart, you’re doing so well for me, you can take it’ and he kisses you as he slides himself all the way home inside you(swearing you’re so tight around him he can feel your heartbeat) so that your little hiccup is swallowed by his mouth and then he pulls back to admire the sight of you stretched around him to coo; ‘see? there’s my pretty angel. look how good you look full of me.’

girl with oral fixation waiting for you beneath your desk like a puppy. send post

Groping but he's kinda rough with it because he's so desperate to touch you and hear all the pretty noises you make

good girls deserve double penetration

"please please please stop" gf 🤝 "sh sh it's okay you can take it" bf

What a delicate, soft, little thing. You look like you are made for me to tear you apart, you look like the perfect blank canvas to mutilate for my own pleasure. But you would enjoy how you look too, would you not? You would be changed by me, shaped by me. Into something somehow better than you originally were.

When i say "fight me" I mean "pin me to the bed and show me who's in charge"

being called any variation of baby, sweet girl, little girl, pretty girl, etc will have me soooo subby it’s embarrassing

Push me down like you can’t stand another second of distance. Tear my clothes off like they’re keeping you from air. Tie my wrists like you’re afraid I’ll disappear if you don’t hold on tight. Then kiss me… so slow it hurts. Lips tracing my ribs like they’re sacred. Teeth grazing my hips like you’re memorizing the taste. Whisper against my stomach - how I’m the only real thing in this room, the only light you’ve ever knelt for. Tell me, over and over, that I’m allowed to break. That your hands will catch every piece. That I don’t have to be perfect - just yours.

being called baby makes me go “!!!!!!!!” on the inside

being taken care of makes me so wet

ice play as a form of denial. being edged with a vibrating wand over and over, but every time you get close, she replaces the wand with an ice cube. the coldness is sharp, it takes your breath away upon contact. the contrast is almost enough to throw you over the edge initially, but then… nothing. you’re numbed. the heat of your orgasm is drowned out completely. when the vibrations return, it’s almost as if you’re starting from square one. your body is pushed to its limits as you work your way up once again, only to be forced to let it all go to waste over and over until she’s satisfied with your sobs and pleas for relief