fellas, i might be fighting for my life rn

thinking about having somebody guide my hand down between my legs and assuming they want me to finger myself, only to have them slip two fingers in right next to my own. turning to meet their gaze in shock while they coo something about helping me make myself feel good. the idea of being full in this way making my brain fuzzy, each thrust wiping my mind blank until i can’t string together a complete thought. flushing in embarrassment when i can feel the way my pussy sucks in both of our fingers. the low moan that makes its way out of me when i get to feel the way i squeeze down when i cum, impossibly tight over the three? four? fingers working in and out of me. my fucked out babbling picking up speed as they push my fingers deeper, coaxing me into fucking myself through the orgasm just as they normally would. trying to wiggle away but there’s nowhere to go when they’re holding me still and fucking me open with my own hand.

i’ve been yearning extra lately

Don’t kiss my neck unless you want to sin