A broken poet

when she asks “who am i?” while inside of me with her hands wrapped around my neck gently squeezing because she loves when i call her mommy with wide pleading eyes

she gets possessive and my pussy throbs

I can always handle everything on my own but I melt when someone takes care of me and completely turns off my survival mode.

I like mine possessive and will do anything to baby me

i don't regret the love i gave. i know you needed it. i hope you're doing better now.

being so bratty to the point she grabs my chin forcing my mouth open for her fingers to make their way into my mouth, immediately shutting me up as she watches my brain go completely empty, eyes full of desperation for more..

I like when you tell me when I’m on your mind

call me weird or perverted all you want but i just love how pussy smells. there is genuinely nothing more hot or seductive than that.

no, but please, wake me up with your hands on my tits under my tshirt or inside my panties, please

i need to be overstimulated so bad. tie me up and use toys on me. edge me. eat me out. do whatever you want to me. please please please please please just use me all you want

I whimper when making out. Sorry not sorry. These pretty noises can't be contained.

really wish i woke up to a pretty girl humping my legs like a pathetic slut. waiting and waiting for me to wake up because she’s too impatient and needed to fulfill her needy desires while i was asleep. should record her using my leg like a pathetic slut, so whenever she has an attitude saying she wouldn’t need me, i’ll show her the truth.

thinking about making a pretty femme hump my leg while she’s on my lap. so she can pathetically whine and beg to be touched.