Bound Altar Nymph

can’t stop thinking about being on my stomach and having their full body weight on top of me, pressing me into the mattress while they stuff my pussy full. feeling so stretched open and used already, panting and out of breath when they put their hand over my mouth and nose. them laughing at me when i immediately squirm and scratch at their arms because i can’t breathe anymore. them saying “panic for me baby” and “i know you can’t breathe princess, you don’t need to. just take it.” feeling them pound into me harder and deeper while my vision starts to blur and the pressure in my head builds, only being let up when i’m close to passed out and full of their cum… do you understand how bad i need this

i woke up in the middle of the night on my tummy, held up by my hips, to my pussy stuffed full of their strap and “i just couldn’t keep myself off you anymore, i had to have you” and “you’re so fucking tight when you’re not expecting me”. panties still on and shoved to the side, them panting in my ear, pinning me under them… fuckkkk 😵‍💫 so how did y’all sleep? :)

i'm straddling mommy's lap, my breathing already shaky as she holds my hips and slowly lowers me down onto her thick strap. she sinks every inch into my soaked pussy until im sitting all the way down, so full and stretched that i have to bite my lip to keep from moaning too loud. the second i'm there, her grip tightens, pinning me in place so i can't move even an inch.

when a bratty femme goes from:

date idea for the fourth of july: you wear a short skirt, she takes you out to the balcony, bends you over, forces you to hold onto the railing and slowly fucks you every time you see a firework