Drunk On Rose Water

still very much hung up on the wet sound of my fingers in your pussy echoing in some quiet little side room or closet while the priest drones on in the nave about sin and salvation, my other hand over your mouth to muffle those unholy moans, your lips and tongue begging sweet little prayers for more against my palm before i send you back out there to sit next to your mother in the pew in your ruined panties and pretend to be a good catholic girl.

I wish I had a free bag of chipsssuhhhhh (a butch in my dms telling me I’m an angel and a good girl🫩)

I want you to cradle me close while you rub my pussy with your sexy hand, & then I want to stop you. I want to slip my hand underneath yours. I would brace my feet against the bed & press my back against your chest & together we would stroke over my clit. I want to show you exactly how I touch myself when I think about you. I would arch my back & whimper your name when I cum, curling my toes down into the sheets, & you could hold me tight until my body stops trembling. Then you could push my hand out of your way & show me what you’ve just learned.

i’m going to explode. i need my fingers stretching out a sleepy femmes cunt as she’s relaxing back into me. eyes blissfully closed. letting me play with what’s fucking mine

let’s play a game called you put your finger inside of me and keep it still while you tell me all the gross things you want to do to me and see what makes me clench the hardest then tease me about it while i try to deny everything. okay?

girl cock.. girl dick.. cock of girl….. mouth full of girl of cock…

i hate not having anyone to send hot pictures to :(

born too late for dinosaurs, born too early for flying cars, born just in time to pervpost to pretty dykes on the internet

butch that let's me handcuff them to the bed and grind my clit against their happy trail until I cum when?

i have the heart of a lover with the soul of a hater and the mind of somebody with really great tits