𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔯𝔰

wanna kiss someone so filthy you can see the string of spit and their fucked out eyes when we pull apart

pressing a vibrator against you. holding it still while you soak through your underwear and try to grind against my hand to get more friction. holding your hips down. "stay still for me, baby." feeling you shake against my palm. feeling how wet you are even through the fabric. pulling the vibrator away right when your breathing starts getting shakier. watching you clench desperately around nothing. watching a tear slide down. "aww." pressing the vibrator back right where it was. "not yet, baby. you'll know when."

munch noah, munch folio, but what about munch ruffilo, who takes his time when it comes to eating you out? he treats it like a fine dining experience: a little taster first (gentle kisses) before diving in to devour every bit, savouring every flavour (sucking on your clit), and even when he’s satiated and you’ve already cum, he never skips dessert (licking you clean and making you cum again).

waking up to you grinding against me in your sleep. your body seeking friction unconsciously. hips moving against my thigh. watching you for a minute in the darkness, seeing if you’ll wake up. you don’t. still completely asleep, still grinding. your face peaceful but breathing heavier than normal. soft sounds escaping your lips. deciding to help. sliding my hand between us slowly, finding you already wet through your underwear. so wet. you’ve been doing this for a while. touching you gently over the fabric first. adding pressure where you’re grinding. your hips responding immediately, moving more insistently against both my hand and my thigh. louder sound escaping but still not waking. sliding my hand under your underwear now. touching you directly, feeling how soaked you are. rubbing slow circles on your clit while you continue sleep humping my thigh. your movements getting desperate. breathing getting ragged. sliding two fingers inside you while my thumb stays on your clit. pumping slowly, matching the rhythm of your grinding hips. you moaning louder now, somehow still asleep. completely lost in whatever dream you’re having. your grinding getting frantic. fucking yourself on my fingers without knowing it. working you carefully, curling my fingers just right. rubbing your clit in circles. watching your face, seeing you get closer. your whole body tensing. breath catching. finally orgasming with a soft gasp, eyes still closed. clenching around my fingers. hips stuttering against my thigh. face relaxing into bliss. slowly pulling my fingers out. you making a small satisfied sound. settling back into deep, still sleep like nothing happened. breathing evening out completely. me wiping my hand, pulling you closer. you completely oblivious, sleeping soundly.

morning inspection before you’re even fully awake. you stirring as i pull the blanket off. “mommy’s gonna inspect you, baby” you blinking sleepily, confused. “now?” “yes, now. spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” you obeying drowsily, letting your thighs fall open. kneeling between them, using my thumbs to spread your lips apart. examining you in the morning light. “let’s see how you are first thing in the morning.” noticing you’re already slightly wet. “interesting. were you having nice dreams, baby?” you mumbling something incoherent, still half asleep. sliding one finger through your lips slowly, gathering the wetness there. bringing it up to look at. “a little wet already. let’s check properly.” pushing your thighs further apart, spreading you wider. “need to see everything, sweetheart.” you letting me position you however i want, still too sleepy to protest. sliding one finger inside gently, just one. feeling how tight you are in the morning. “very tight right now.” pumping slowly, carefully. watching your face, seeing you start to wake up more. your breathing changing. pulling that finger out, looking at how wet it is. “getting wetter. good.” pushing two fingers in now, stretching you more. “let’s try two.” you gasping softly as i fill you more. pumping them slowly, methodically. “you’re waking up now, aren’t you sweetheart?” you nodding, becoming more aware of what’s happening. starting to move against my fingers slightly. “stay still, baby. i’m taking care of you. you need this morning inspection.” holding your hip with my free hand to keep you in place. curling my fingers inside, pressing that spot. you moaning, hips trying to move. “such a responsive girl even first thing in the morning.” pulling those two fingers out, examining them. completely coated in your wetness. “look how wet you’re getting, baby. your body knows what it needs.” sliding three fingers in now, stretching you more. “let’s try three. see how you take them.” you gasping louder, more awake now. “it’s a lot—” “shh, you can take it, sweetheart. you need this.” pumping three fingers slowly, feeling how your walls stretch around them. curling all three inside, pressing firmly against that spot. you moaning, legs wanting to close from the intensity. using my other hand to push your thigh back open, keeping you spread wide. “stay open for me, baby. i need to check you properly.” continuing to fuck you slowly with three fingers, feeling you get wetter and wetter. my fingers moving easily now, completely soaked. bringing my thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles while my fingers work inside. “there we go. just taking care of you, baby.” you moaning more now, fully awake, hips starting to move despite yourself. “you need this, don’t you sweetheart? need me to take care of you first thing in the morning.” pumping steadily, curling my fingers, rubbing your clit in a consistent rhythm. getting you so worked up. your breathing getting heavier, thighs shaking. getting you right to the edge, so close. then suddenly stopping everything. pulling my fingers out, taking my thumb off your clit. you whining desperately. “inspection complete, baby. you’re perfect. nice and wet, very responsive. everything’s good.” showing you my three fingers, completely glistening with your wetness. “look how well you did.” wiping them on your inner thigh. standing up. “time to get up and start your day, sweetheart.” you lying there flushed, breathing hard, needy. “but i was so close—” “i know, baby. but this was just an inspection. maybe later if you’re a good girl.” leaving you frustrated and aching before you’ve even gotten out of bed.