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𔘓⭑ ࣭ ๋ the concept of gently using the person I get to call mine by riding their strap at my pace, for however long I want, in the exact position I want, without letting them touch me or get off themselves has made itself a permanent home in my mind ๋ ࣭⭑𔘓

⊹ ˚₊‧ㅤׂ ✿ getting wet at the thought of lifting myself up off her face, giggling to myself at the sight of her glistening lips, her beautifully shiny eyes and messy hair and in the sweetest tone going ❝what's that, baby? need more?❞ after she was able to let out no more than muffled pleads, praise and moans for what feels like hours ✿ㅤׂ ‧₊˚⊹

❤︎₊⊹ thinking about her letting me sink back against her front, one of her hands in between my thighs and the other slowly moving up my neck, her fingers finding my lips and breaching them and letting me suck on them just as she starts fucking me — letting me suck on them and cover them in my saliva as my juices start dripping down onto the hand in between my legs and my fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs on each side of mine in a desperate attempt to not lose myself in her ⊹₊❤︎

‧ᨳଓ.⋆ making out until we both have our hand pressed against the other's pussy which leads to both of us needily grinding against the other's palm and panting so so heavily into every single kiss, when please? ⋆.ᨳଓ‧