⛧horny but as a devotional act⛧

“I will make this mic stand cum if it’s the last thing I do! In the name of Satan!”

i need a moment

imagine being on twitter debating dumb shit right now when you could be talking about cock on tumblr

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One thing I've never thought about is Terzo lying me down prone and sliding inside me, immediately giving me as much of his cock as he can, putting his full weight on me and pressing his hips into me so hard that his whole body trembles at the apex of each thrust, heavily breathing out something lewd or obscene or obscenely lewd the whole time, putting his arms around me with one hand groping roughly at my tits and the other slipping his fingers between my lips while he shudders and whimpers more and more loudly until all he can do is push his head between my shoulders and fuck down into me like his balls slapping against my ass is the secret to birthing the antichrist, and when he finally comes that low, kinda rough voice pitches into a needy and feminine whine as his beautiful body shudders through the finale and he finally collapses onto me, resting his damp forehead on me, just softly mumbling into my skin as his lips roam my neck and shoulders and then we go and make lunch.

Another thing I've never given any thought to is Terzo straddling my stomach and playing with my tits, squeezing them together and pinching my nipples between his knuckles and pulling on them until I arch off the bed, just looking at me with a smug smile and horned-up affection in his eyes, then rubbing his thumb across my bottom lip and telling me to open my mouth so he can push his thumb in, still pulling on my nipple with one hand while he fucks my mouth with the other and constantly reminding me to keep my eyes on his, pushing in deep and holding, then slowly retreating, telling me how soft and warm my tongue is and how much he's going to enjoy letting me use it on him soon, teasing me about how I'm moaning every time he pushes past my lips, how wide open my legs are, asking me how wet I am and reminding me to keep my eyes on him, always on him, and finally he leaves my mouth, unfastens his pants, and tells me to stick my tongue out, and he smiles down at me and strokes my cheek as he fulfills his promise to always give me what I want, eventually.

Another thing I've never spared a thought for is Terzo lying next to me, his smooth gloved hands spreading my legs apart so he can drape his thigh over mine, pinning me open as he teases me with his fingers, torturing me with a feather touch, mocking how needy and desperate I sound as he slowly rocks his hips against my leg in time with every sound he pulls from me, letting me feel how hard he is and how badly he wants to give me everything he has, and the whole time he's still cooing so patronizingly about how if I keep reflexively trying to close my legs that must mean I don't want any more, but why else would I be so wet, why else would his finger slide so easily into my cunt, why am I endlessly whining to kiss him, and when I beg and plead for more —for another finger, for his tongue, for his cock— he just laughs and moves his fingers to my mouth and looks at me so warmly when I moan around him and clean his glove the way he told me to, so obediently and eagerly that he looks me over and strokes his cock, red and leaking, in need of the relief offered by what's in front of him and aching for him, saying maybe I've earned a reward after all, and when his cock finally slides inside me he throws his head back as if being inside me is a bliss unmatched on this earth, breathing heavy and shuddering within moments until he's crying out with each thrust, his face mashed into my neck as he squeezes me in his arms so tightly it seems we could merge into one being, something made purely of pleasure, of solace and surrender and salvation, that maybe we could die together in this moment, happily, and have no need for paradise because we already made it ourselves, and when he comes it sounds almost agonizing, like he's losing a part of himself in me with this gift, so in order to balance those scales his soft, full lips are already making their way down my body and he needs it so badly —to consume me, to set things right— that his tongue is on my clit with no teasing or delay, simply needing to taste me immediately and he fucks his cum deeper into my cunt with his fingers as he clings to my thigh with his other hand, hugging me close and keeping his tongue on me and groaning appreciatively every time my nails rake across his scalp, every time I tug his hair and keep him where he belongs, every time my hips jerk in pursuit of the rapture he offers, and the sounds that come out of him when I finally grab a fistful of hair and start to just rut against his tongue are so sweet; he whimpers for more, pounding his fingers into my cunt so fast that knuckle-shaped bruises will mark his property for days and serve as a reminder of how nothing and no one else will ever compare, and the wanton, longing, open-mouthed moans that accompany his tongue echo mine when I come and he teases me a few moments more, laughing when I shudder and buck him off, and then he rests his head on my thigh, still slowly sliding his fingers in and out of my cunt as he gives me a dreamy smile and slips his hand up my body, pushing his fingers between my lips and sighing contentedly as I lick them clean, returning again and again to my cunt and my mouth until he finally decides that I'm simply far too empty and must have my cunt filled again, because I am a needy thing that has to have his cock inside me as much as I can, and he is so very tolerant of me and so very giving, and always willing to give me more.