silly stoner tboy 🍃

but there are a couple of people who are much, much more selective than that. people whose blogs i stalk more than i should probably admit, and whose attention i would love to draw. when one of them deigns to click that 'like' button, it gives me a legitimate jolt.

Get me so high I can't stop you from feeling me, groping me. Lay me out and touch me any way you want.

Get me so high I just giggle as you take off my clothes. My cunt is already wet and ready for you, regardless of the fact my head is still in the clouds.

Get me so high that my head lolls back onto the couch cushion when you prop me up on the floor against it. You tangle your fingers in my hair to hold my head up, and your other hand guides your cock into my mouth. Closing my lips around you is instinctive, and my wide eyes stare up at you as you use my throat to get off.

Get me so high that there's no resistance when you manhandle me, turn me around and bend me over. You bury your hard, thick cock in my waiting cunt. My moans and whines are indecipherable garbles, just sounds of pure pleasure as you fuck me.

Get me so high that I just stay like that, presenting my used, cum-stuffed cunt when you pull out. Too high to even move, you can take your time fingering your cum back into me, and plug up my hole with a toy to keep it all in.

Especially when they keyboard smash and gush when you wake them up.

like yes, clicker train me, make me learn tricks, condition me, give me treats and praise me when i do something good, all that kind of stuff.

''you're so much prettier when your eyes go empty baby.''

''i'll do the thinking now, yeah?''

''puppies don't need words, baby.''

''just a soft, warm hole for me, mhm?''