sluttyhopunk

He’d quickly start humping the pillows on the bed. The side of his face pressed into the mattress, whining while he thrusts messy and desperate into the pillow. His eyes filling with tears and want while he looks at me begging for me to touch him, whimpering that it’s not enough. Deciding I’ll be nice and let him fuck my hand instead of the pillow. His pretty moans and thank yous while he frantically thrusts in my hand. And when he tells me he’s close I’d push him onto his back and start stroking him quickly with one hand while holding him down with the other. He’d squirm around and cum all over himself, but I’d keep going until he was a mess beneath me. Gasping for air, begging me to stop, and promising to be a good boy.

i’m gonna expose all the most repressed and hidden parts of your desire to the light. and then i’m going to use it to make you worse. i’m going to make you feel so good that you can’t help but be corrupted by me.