@pixiespond how quick does gojo cum the first few times you're intimate with him, pixie? i imagine he doesn't last very long but i could be mistaken... thinking especially about pojo outercourse! starting off as simple kissing with his hands cradling your face, though when you shift a bit needily in his lap and gasp into his mouth, something in him would snap, because you never take. never chase your own pleasure like this, and now you've rutted down against him through his slacks, even if just once, and his hands travel down to your hips in an instant. whimpers into your lips when he tells you to keep going, eyes blown wide and grip trembling to guide you harder along him. he doesn't know when he finally snaps, but the sight of you finally taking something for yourself has him cumming in his pants like a teenager.

@sleepyqinfei your wriothesley has learned to be careful with you, girl as delicate as a dewdrop trembling on a petal. has your pressed flat against the mattress, with your face half-buried in the pillow because it's just too much to look at him while he's filled to the hilt inside you. "hey there, pretty girl," he whispers so fondly, and when you peek up at him he's smiling that smile only you get. he offers his hand, palm up, waiting, for you take it with both of yours, clutch it desperately to your chest right over your pounding heart. and when you do, he breaks. a groan tears out of him, hips faltering, because fuck, you're so cute it hurts. "god, look at you. my sweet girl, gonna make my heart burst one of these days, i swear." and keeps rocking into you, gentle as anything, tethering your soul to his.

@dilucsbeloved let's talk about how kittywea and farmerluc navigate her first heat hm? how his earthy scent of woodsmoke and sweat drives you absolutely insane, has you crawling into his lap with your tail swishing to and fro, ears pinned back with a need you don't fully understand. he's twice your size, all thick muscle and coarse red hair across his chest, and you can't stop pressing your face into him. nuzzling at his throat, at the wiry hair on his sternum, drag your cheek along the scent glands there and purr, loud and helpless and embarrassed by it. "easy, kitten," he drags tender, calloused hand over the back of your head, but you're already sliding lower, nosing at the hard bulge straining his work-worn trousers, mouthing at it through the fabric just to get closer to that smell. "oh—hells." his hand instinctively threads to your hair, gentle but shaking. "s'that what you need, darlin'? c'mere, then. old man'll take care of you."

@frozentide thinking of a moment where hugo comes home to find you in a place he was not expecting, kneeling in the middle of his bed, with your hands folded neatly in your lap. the lingerie you don is a powdered pink, all frills and soft lace and tiny delicate bows, a ribbon tying your hair back to make visible the jump in your throat when you swallow. you look like something meant to be displayed behind glass, and his cock twitches painfully in his slacks at the sight of you. he approaches slowly, savouring the view, two fingers hooking beneath your chin to tip your face up. his other hand traces down the column of your throat, the delicate line of your collarbone, palms one breast through the fabric and feels your nipple pebble against his skin. he thumbs it once, watches you shiver. travels down along your ribs to the sweet dip of your waist, fingers spanning almost the entirety of it. tugs the ribbon from your hair last, lets it slip through his fingers to the sheets, before laying you back against the pillows, ready to ravish his doll...

@alhaithamowo there's a spot on the floor beside baizhu's desk that has dresvi's name written on it, i like to believe! you sit there while he works, cheek pressed to the warm silk of the robes that bunch at his knee, and every so often his hand drifts down from the paperwork to rest atop your head. tender strokes through your hair, the pad of his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. it's a feeling so blissful that you cannot help but sigh dreamily and nuzzle into the muscle of his thigh. and when you tilt your face up, rest your chin on his thigh and smile at him with such adoration and gratitude, he feels heat bloom low and slow in his belly. his brush stills against the paper, and his other hand (the one still in your hair) gentles further. scratches lightly behind your ear just to watch your lashes flutter. you have no idea at all what you do to him, and the ache in his cock too, when you look up at him like he's hung the stars.

@pixiespond how quick does gojo cum the first few times you're intimate with him, pixie? i imagine he doesn't last very long but i could be mistaken... thinking especially about pojo outercourse! starting off as simple kissing with his hands cradling your face, though when you shift a bit needily in his lap and gasp into his mouth, something in him would snap, because you never take. never chase your own pleasure like this, and now you've rutted down against him through his slacks, even if just once, and his hands travel down to your hips in an instant. whimpers into your lips when he tells you to keep going, eyes blown wide and grip trembling to guide you harder along him. he doesn't know when he finally snaps, but the sight of you finally taking something for yourself has him cumming in his pants like a teenager.

@sleepyqinfei your wriothesley has learned to be careful with you, girl as delicate as a dewdrop trembling on a petal. has your pressed flat against the mattress, with your face half-buried in the pillow because it's just too much to look at him while he's filled to the hilt inside you. "hey there, pretty girl," he whispers so fondly, and when you peek up at him he's smiling that smile only you get. he offers his hand, palm up, waiting, for you take it with both of yours, clutch it desperately to your chest right over your pounding heart. and when you do, he breaks. a groan tears out of him, hips faltering, because fuck, you're so cute it hurts. "god, look at you. my sweet girl, gonna make my heart burst one of these days, i swear." and keeps rocking into you, gentle as anything, tethering your soul to his.

@dilucsbeloved let's talk about how kittywea and farmerluc navigate her first heat hm? how his earthy scent of woodsmoke and sweat drives you absolutely insane, has you crawling into his lap with your tail swishing to and fro, ears pinned back with a need you don't fully understand. he's twice your size, all thick muscle and coarse red hair across his chest, and you can't stop pressing your face into him. nuzzling at his throat, at the wiry hair on his sternum, drag your cheek along the scent glands there and purr, loud and helpless and embarrassed by it. "easy, kitten," he drags tender, calloused hand over the back of your head, but you're already sliding lower, nosing at the hard bulge straining his work-worn trousers, mouthing at it through the fabric just to get closer to that smell. "oh—hells." his hand instinctively threads to your hair, gentle but shaking. "s'that what you need, darlin'? c'mere, then. old man'll take care of you."

@frozentide thinking of a moment where hugo comes home to find you in a place he was not expecting, kneeling in the middle of his bed, with your hands folded neatly in your lap. the lingerie you don is a powdered pink, all frills and soft lace and tiny delicate bows, a ribbon tying your hair back to make visible the jump in your throat when you swallow. you look like something meant to be displayed behind glass, and his cock twitches painfully in his slacks at the sight of you. he approaches slowly, savouring the view, two fingers hooking beneath your chin to tip your face up. his other hand traces down the column of your throat, the delicate line of your collarbone, palms one breast through the fabric and feels your nipple pebble against his skin. he thumbs it once, watches you shiver. travels down along your ribs to the sweet dip of your waist, fingers spanning almost the entirety of it. tugs the ribbon from your hair last, lets it slip through his fingers to the sheets, before laying you back against the pillows, ready to ravish his doll...

@alhaithamowo there's a spot on the floor beside baizhu's desk that has dresvi's name written on it, i like to believe! you sit there while he works, cheek pressed to the warm silk of the robes that bunch at his knee, and every so often his hand drifts down from the paperwork to rest atop your head. tender strokes through your hair, the pad of his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. it's a feeling so blissful that you cannot help but sigh dreamily and nuzzle into the muscle of his thigh. and when you tilt your face up, rest your chin on his thigh and smile at him with such adoration and gratitude, he feels heat bloom low and slow in his belly. his brush stills against the paper, and his other hand (the one still in your hair) gentles further. scratches lightly behind your ear just to watch your lashes flutter. you have no idea at all what you do to him, and the ache in his cock too, when you look up at him like he's hung the stars.

@pixiespond how quick does gojo cum the first few times you're intimate with him, pixie? i imagine he doesn't last very long but i could be mistaken... thinking especially about pojo outercourse! starting off as simple kissing with his hands cradling your face, though when you shift a bit needily in his lap and gasp into his mouth, something in him would snap, because you never take. never chase your own pleasure like this, and now you've rutted down against him through his slacks, even if just once, and his hands travel down to your hips in an instant. whimpers into your lips when he tells you to keep going, eyes blown wide and grip trembling to guide you harder along him. he doesn't know when he finally snaps, but the sight of you finally taking something for yourself has him cumming in his pants like a teenager.

@sleepyqinfei your wriothesley has learned to be careful with you, girl as delicate as a dewdrop trembling on a petal. has your pressed flat against the mattress, with your face half-buried in the pillow because it's just too much to look at him while he's filled to the hilt inside you. "hey there, pretty girl," he whispers so fondly, and when you peek up at him he's smiling that smile only you get. he offers his hand, palm up, waiting, for you take it with both of yours, clutch it desperately to your chest right over your pounding heart. and when you do, he breaks. a groan tears out of him, hips faltering, because fuck, you're so cute it hurts. "god, look at you. my sweet girl, gonna make my heart burst one of these days, i swear." and keeps rocking into you, gentle as anything, tethering your soul to his.

@dilucsbeloved let's talk about how kittywea and farmerluc navigate her first heat hm? how his earthy scent of woodsmoke and sweat drives you absolutely insane, has you crawling into his lap with your tail swishing to and fro, ears pinned back with a need you don't fully understand. he's twice your size, all thick muscle and coarse red hair across his chest, and you can't stop pressing your face into him. nuzzling at his throat, at the wiry hair on his sternum, drag your cheek along the scent glands there and purr, loud and helpless and embarrassed by it. "easy, kitten," he drags tender, calloused hand over the back of your head, but you're already sliding lower, nosing at the hard bulge straining his work-worn trousers, mouthing at it through the fabric just to get closer to that smell. "oh—hells." his hand instinctively threads to your hair, gentle but shaking. "s'that what you need, darlin'? c'mere, then. old man'll take care of you."

@frozentide thinking of a moment where hugo comes home to find you in a place he was not expecting, kneeling in the middle of his bed, with your hands folded neatly in your lap. the lingerie you don is a powdered pink, all frills and soft lace and tiny delicate bows, a ribbon tying your hair back to make visible the jump in your throat when you swallow. you look like something meant to be displayed behind glass, and his cock twitches painfully in his slacks at the sight of you. he approaches slowly, savouring the view, two fingers hooking beneath your chin to tip your face up. his other hand traces down the column of your throat, the delicate line of your collarbone, palms one breast through the fabric and feels your nipple pebble against his skin. he thumbs it once, watches you shiver. travels down along your ribs to the sweet dip of your waist, fingers spanning almost the entirety of it. tugs the ribbon from your hair last, lets it slip through his fingers to the sheets, before laying you back against the pillows, ready to ravish his doll...

@alhaithamowo there's a spot on the floor beside baizhu's desk that has dresvi's name written on it, i like to believe! you sit there while he works, cheek pressed to the warm silk of the robes that bunch at his knee, and every so often his hand drifts down from the paperwork to rest atop your head. tender strokes through your hair, the pad of his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. it's a feeling so blissful that you cannot help but sigh dreamily and nuzzle into the muscle of his thigh. and when you tilt your face up, rest your chin on his thigh and smile at him with such adoration and gratitude, he feels heat bloom low and slow in his belly. his brush stills against the paper, and his other hand (the one still in your hair) gentles further. scratches lightly behind your ear just to watch your lashes flutter. you have no idea at all what you do to him, and the ache in his cock too, when you look up at him like he's hung the stars.

@pixiespond how quick does gojo cum the first few times you're intimate with him, pixie? i imagine he doesn't last very long but i could be mistaken... thinking especially about pojo outercourse! starting off as simple kissing with his hands cradling your face, though when you shift a bit needily in his lap and gasp into his mouth, something in him would snap, because you never take. never chase your own pleasure like this, and now you've rutted down against him through his slacks, even if just once, and his hands travel down to your hips in an instant. whimpers into your lips when he tells you to keep going, eyes blown wide and grip trembling to guide you harder along him. he doesn't know when he finally snaps, but the sight of you finally taking something for yourself has him cumming in his pants like a teenager.

@sleepyqinfei your wriothesley has learned to be careful with you, girl as delicate as a dewdrop trembling on a petal. has your pressed flat against the mattress, with your face half-buried in the pillow because it's just too much to look at him while he's filled to the hilt inside you. "hey there, pretty girl," he whispers so fondly, and when you peek up at him he's smiling that smile only you get. he offers his hand, palm up, waiting, for you take it with both of yours, clutch it desperately to your chest right over your pounding heart. and when you do, he breaks. a groan tears out of him, hips faltering, because fuck, you're so cute it hurts. "god, look at you. my sweet girl, gonna make my heart burst one of these days, i swear." and keeps rocking into you, gentle as anything, tethering your soul to his.

@dilucsbeloved let's talk about how kittywea and farmerluc navigate her first heat hm? how his earthy scent of woodsmoke and sweat drives you absolutely insane, has you crawling into his lap with your tail swishing to and fro, ears pinned back with a need you don't fully understand. he's twice your size, all thick muscle and coarse red hair across his chest, and you can't stop pressing your face into him. nuzzling at his throat, at the wiry hair on his sternum, drag your cheek along the scent glands there and purr, loud and helpless and embarrassed by it. "easy, kitten," he drags tender, calloused hand over the back of your head, but you're already sliding lower, nosing at the hard bulge straining his work-worn trousers, mouthing at it through the fabric just to get closer to that smell. "oh—hells." his hand instinctively threads to your hair, gentle but shaking. "s'that what you need, darlin'? c'mere, then. old man'll take care of you."

@frozentide thinking of a moment where hugo comes home to find you in a place he was not expecting, kneeling in the middle of his bed, with your hands folded neatly in your lap. the lingerie you don is a powdered pink, all frills and soft lace and tiny delicate bows, a ribbon tying your hair back to make visible the jump in your throat when you swallow. you look like something meant to be displayed behind glass, and his cock twitches painfully in his slacks at the sight of you. he approaches slowly, savouring the view, two fingers hooking beneath your chin to tip your face up. his other hand traces down the column of your throat, the delicate line of your collarbone, palms one breast through the fabric and feels your nipple pebble against his skin. he thumbs it once, watches you shiver. travels down along your ribs to the sweet dip of your waist, fingers spanning almost the entirety of it. tugs the ribbon from your hair last, lets it slip through his fingers to the sheets, before laying you back against the pillows, ready to ravish his doll...

@alhaithamowo there's a spot on the floor beside baizhu's desk that has dresvi's name written on it, i like to believe! you sit there while he works, cheek pressed to the warm silk of the robes that bunch at his knee, and every so often his hand drifts down from the paperwork to rest atop your head. tender strokes through your hair, the pad of his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. it's a feeling so blissful that you cannot help but sigh dreamily and nuzzle into the muscle of his thigh. and when you tilt your face up, rest your chin on his thigh and smile at him with such adoration and gratitude, he feels heat bloom low and slow in his belly. his brush stills against the paper, and his other hand (the one still in your hair) gentles further. scratches lightly behind your ear just to watch your lashes flutter. you have no idea at all what you do to him, and the ache in his cock too, when you look up at him like he's hung the stars.

@pixiespond how quick does gojo cum the first few times you're intimate with him, pixie? i imagine he doesn't last very long but i could be mistaken... thinking especially about pojo outercourse! starting off as simple kissing with his hands cradling your face, though when you shift a bit needily in his lap and gasp into his mouth, something in him would snap, because you never take. never chase your own pleasure like this, and now you've rutted down against him through his slacks, even if just once, and his hands travel down to your hips in an instant. whimpers into your lips when he tells you to keep going, eyes blown wide and grip trembling to guide you harder along him. he doesn't know when he finally snaps, but the sight of you finally taking something for yourself has him cumming in his pants like a teenager.

@sleepyqinfei your wriothesley has learned to be careful with you, girl as delicate as a dewdrop trembling on a petal. has your pressed flat against the mattress, with your face half-buried in the pillow because it's just too much to look at him while he's filled to the hilt inside you. "hey there, pretty girl," he whispers so fondly, and when you peek up at him he's smiling that smile only you get. he offers his hand, palm up, waiting, for you take it with both of yours, clutch it desperately to your chest right over your pounding heart. and when you do, he breaks. a groan tears out of him, hips faltering, because fuck, you're so cute it hurts. "god, look at you. my sweet girl, gonna make my heart burst one of these days, i swear." and keeps rocking into you, gentle as anything, tethering your soul to his.

@dilucsbeloved let's talk about how kittywea and farmerluc navigate her first heat hm? how his earthy scent of woodsmoke and sweat drives you absolutely insane, has you crawling into his lap with your tail swishing to and fro, ears pinned back with a need you don't fully understand. he's twice your size, all thick muscle and coarse red hair across his chest, and you can't stop pressing your face into him. nuzzling at his throat, at the wiry hair on his sternum, drag your cheek along the scent glands there and purr, loud and helpless and embarrassed by it. "easy, kitten," he drags tender, calloused hand over the back of your head, but you're already sliding lower, nosing at the hard bulge straining his work-worn trousers, mouthing at it through the fabric just to get closer to that smell. "oh—hells." his hand instinctively threads to your hair, gentle but shaking. "s'that what you need, darlin'? c'mere, then. old man'll take care of you."

@frozentide thinking of a moment where hugo comes home to find you in a place he was not expecting, kneeling in the middle of his bed, with your hands folded neatly in your lap. the lingerie you don is a powdered pink, all frills and soft lace and tiny delicate bows, a ribbon tying your hair back to make visible the jump in your throat when you swallow. you look like something meant to be displayed behind glass, and his cock twitches painfully in his slacks at the sight of you. he approaches slowly, savouring the view, two fingers hooking beneath your chin to tip your face up. his other hand traces down the column of your throat, the delicate line of your collarbone, palms one breast through the fabric and feels your nipple pebble against his skin. he thumbs it once, watches you shiver. travels down along your ribs to the sweet dip of your waist, fingers spanning almost the entirety of it. tugs the ribbon from your hair last, lets it slip through his fingers to the sheets, before laying you back against the pillows, ready to ravish his doll...

@alhaithamowo there's a spot on the floor beside baizhu's desk that has dresvi's name written on it, i like to believe! you sit there while he works, cheek pressed to the warm silk of the robes that bunch at his knee, and every so often his hand drifts down from the paperwork to rest atop your head. tender strokes through your hair, the pad of his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. it's a feeling so blissful that you cannot help but sigh dreamily and nuzzle into the muscle of his thigh. and when you tilt your face up, rest your chin on his thigh and smile at him with such adoration and gratitude, he feels heat bloom low and slow in his belly. his brush stills against the paper, and his other hand (the one still in your hair) gentles further. scratches lightly behind your ear just to watch your lashes flutter. you have no idea at all what you do to him, and the ache in his cock too, when you look up at him like he's hung the stars.

@pixiespond how quick does gojo cum the first few times you're intimate with him, pixie? i imagine he doesn't last very long but i could be mistaken... thinking especially about pojo outercourse! starting off as simple kissing with his hands cradling your face, though when you shift a bit needily in his lap and gasp into his mouth, something in him would snap, because you never take. never chase your own pleasure like this, and now you've rutted down against him through his slacks, even if just once, and his hands travel down to your hips in an instant. whimpers into your lips when he tells you to keep going, eyes blown wide and grip trembling to guide you harder along him. he doesn't know when he finally snaps, but the sight of you finally taking something for yourself has him cumming in his pants like a teenager.

@sleepyqinfei your wriothesley has learned to be careful with you, girl as delicate as a dewdrop trembling on a petal. has your pressed flat against the mattress, with your face half-buried in the pillow because it's just too much to look at him while he's filled to the hilt inside you. "hey there, pretty girl," he whispers so fondly, and when you peek up at him he's smiling that smile only you get. he offers his hand, palm up, waiting, for you take it with both of yours, clutch it desperately to your chest right over your pounding heart. and when you do, he breaks. a groan tears out of him, hips faltering, because fuck, you're so cute it hurts. "god, look at you. my sweet girl, gonna make my heart burst one of these days, i swear." and keeps rocking into you, gentle as anything, tethering your soul to his.

@dilucsbeloved let's talk about how kittywea and farmerluc navigate her first heat hm? how his earthy scent of woodsmoke and sweat drives you absolutely insane, has you crawling into his lap with your tail swishing to and fro, ears pinned back with a need you don't fully understand. he's twice your size, all thick muscle and coarse red hair across his chest, and you can't stop pressing your face into him. nuzzling at his throat, at the wiry hair on his sternum, drag your cheek along the scent glands there and purr, loud and helpless and embarrassed by it. "easy, kitten," he drags tender, calloused hand over the back of your head, but you're already sliding lower, nosing at the hard bulge straining his work-worn trousers, mouthing at it through the fabric just to get closer to that smell. "oh—hells." his hand instinctively threads to your hair, gentle but shaking. "s'that what you need, darlin'? c'mere, then. old man'll take care of you."

@frozentide thinking of a moment where hugo comes home to find you in a place he was not expecting, kneeling in the middle of his bed, with your hands folded neatly in your lap. the lingerie you don is a powdered pink, all frills and soft lace and tiny delicate bows, a ribbon tying your hair back to make visible the jump in your throat when you swallow. you look like something meant to be displayed behind glass, and his cock twitches painfully in his slacks at the sight of you. he approaches slowly, savouring the view, two fingers hooking beneath your chin to tip your face up. his other hand traces down the column of your throat, the delicate line of your collarbone, palms one breast through the fabric and feels your nipple pebble against his skin. he thumbs it once, watches you shiver. travels down along your ribs to the sweet dip of your waist, fingers spanning almost the entirety of it. tugs the ribbon from your hair last, lets it slip through his fingers to the sheets, before laying you back against the pillows, ready to ravish his doll...

@alhaithamowo there's a spot on the floor beside baizhu's desk that has dresvi's name written on it, i like to believe! you sit there while he works, cheek pressed to the warm silk of the robes that bunch at his knee, and every so often his hand drifts down from the paperwork to rest atop your head. tender strokes through your hair, the pad of his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. it's a feeling so blissful that you cannot help but sigh dreamily and nuzzle into the muscle of his thigh. and when you tilt your face up, rest your chin on his thigh and smile at him with such adoration and gratitude, he feels heat bloom low and slow in his belly. his brush stills against the paper, and his other hand (the one still in your hair) gentles further. scratches lightly behind your ear just to watch your lashes flutter. you have no idea at all what you do to him, and the ache in his cock too, when you look up at him like he's hung the stars.

@pixiespond how quick does gojo cum the first few times you're intimate with him, pixie? i imagine he doesn't last very long but i could be mistaken... thinking especially about pojo outercourse! starting off as simple kissing with his hands cradling your face, though when you shift a bit needily in his lap and gasp into his mouth, something in him would snap, because you never take. never chase your own pleasure like this, and now you've rutted down against him through his slacks, even if just once, and his hands travel down to your hips in an instant. whimpers into your lips when he tells you to keep going, eyes blown wide and grip trembling to guide you harder along him. he doesn't know when he finally snaps, but the sight of you finally taking something for yourself has him cumming in his pants like a teenager.

@sleepyqinfei your wriothesley has learned to be careful with you, girl as delicate as a dewdrop trembling on a petal. has your pressed flat against the mattress, with your face half-buried in the pillow because it's just too much to look at him while he's filled to the hilt inside you. "hey there, pretty girl," he whispers so fondly, and when you peek up at him he's smiling that smile only you get. he offers his hand, palm up, waiting, for you take it with both of yours, clutch it desperately to your chest right over your pounding heart. and when you do, he breaks. a groan tears out of him, hips faltering, because fuck, you're so cute it hurts. "god, look at you. my sweet girl, gonna make my heart burst one of these days, i swear." and keeps rocking into you, gentle as anything, tethering your soul to his.

@dilucsbeloved let's talk about how kittywea and farmerluc navigate her first heat hm? how his earthy scent of woodsmoke and sweat drives you absolutely insane, has you crawling into his lap with your tail swishing to and fro, ears pinned back with a need you don't fully understand. he's twice your size, all thick muscle and coarse red hair across his chest, and you can't stop pressing your face into him. nuzzling at his throat, at the wiry hair on his sternum, drag your cheek along the scent glands there and purr, loud and helpless and embarrassed by it. "easy, kitten," he drags tender, calloused hand over the back of your head, but you're already sliding lower, nosing at the hard bulge straining his work-worn trousers, mouthing at it through the fabric just to get closer to that smell. "oh—hells." his hand instinctively threads to your hair, gentle but shaking. "s'that what you need, darlin'? c'mere, then. old man'll take care of you."

@frozentide thinking of a moment where hugo comes home to find you in a place he was not expecting, kneeling in the middle of his bed, with your hands folded neatly in your lap. the lingerie you don is a powdered pink, all frills and soft lace and tiny delicate bows, a ribbon tying your hair back to make visible the jump in your throat when you swallow. you look like something meant to be displayed behind glass, and his cock twitches painfully in his slacks at the sight of you. he approaches slowly, savouring the view, two fingers hooking beneath your chin to tip your face up. his other hand traces down the column of your throat, the delicate line of your collarbone, palms one breast through the fabric and feels your nipple pebble against his skin. he thumbs it once, watches you shiver. travels down along your ribs to the sweet dip of your waist, fingers spanning almost the entirety of it. tugs the ribbon from your hair last, lets it slip through his fingers to the sheets, before laying you back against the pillows, ready to ravish his doll...

@alhaithamowo there's a spot on the floor beside baizhu's desk that has dresvi's name written on it, i like to believe! you sit there while he works, cheek pressed to the warm silk of the robes that bunch at his knee, and every so often his hand drifts down from the paperwork to rest atop your head. tender strokes through your hair, the pad of his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. it's a feeling so blissful that you cannot help but sigh dreamily and nuzzle into the muscle of his thigh. and when you tilt your face up, rest your chin on his thigh and smile at him with such adoration and gratitude, he feels heat bloom low and slow in his belly. his brush stills against the paper, and his other hand (the one still in your hair) gentles further. scratches lightly behind your ear just to watch your lashes flutter. you have no idea at all what you do to him, and the ache in his cock too, when you look up at him like he's hung the stars.

@pixiespond how quick does gojo cum the first few times you're intimate with him, pixie? i imagine he doesn't last very long but i could be mistaken... thinking especially about pojo outercourse! starting off as simple kissing with his hands cradling your face, though when you shift a bit needily in his lap and gasp into his mouth, something in him would snap, because you never take. never chase your own pleasure like this, and now you've rutted down against him through his slacks, even if just once, and his hands travel down to your hips in an instant. whimpers into your lips when he tells you to keep going, eyes blown wide and grip trembling to guide you harder along him. he doesn't know when he finally snaps, but the sight of you finally taking something for yourself has him cumming in his pants like a teenager.

@sleepyqinfei your wriothesley has learned to be careful with you, girl as delicate as a dewdrop trembling on a petal. has your pressed flat against the mattress, with your face half-buried in the pillow because it's just too much to look at him while he's filled to the hilt inside you. "hey there, pretty girl," he whispers so fondly, and when you peek up at him he's smiling that smile only you get. he offers his hand, palm up, waiting, for you take it with both of yours, clutch it desperately to your chest right over your pounding heart. and when you do, he breaks. a groan tears out of him, hips faltering, because fuck, you're so cute it hurts. "god, look at you. my sweet girl, gonna make my heart burst one of these days, i swear." and keeps rocking into you, gentle as anything, tethering your soul to his.

@dilucsbeloved let's talk about how kittywea and farmerluc navigate her first heat hm? how his earthy scent of woodsmoke and sweat drives you absolutely insane, has you crawling into his lap with your tail swishing to and fro, ears pinned back with a need you don't fully understand. he's twice your size, all thick muscle and coarse red hair across his chest, and you can't stop pressing your face into him. nuzzling at his throat, at the wiry hair on his sternum, drag your cheek along the scent glands there and purr, loud and helpless and embarrassed by it. "easy, kitten," he drags tender, calloused hand over the back of your head, but you're already sliding lower, nosing at the hard bulge straining his work-worn trousers, mouthing at it through the fabric just to get closer to that smell. "oh—hells." his hand instinctively threads to your hair, gentle but shaking. "s'that what you need, darlin'? c'mere, then. old man'll take care of you."

@frozentide thinking of a moment where hugo comes home to find you in a place he was not expecting, kneeling in the middle of his bed, with your hands folded neatly in your lap. the lingerie you don is a powdered pink, all frills and soft lace and tiny delicate bows, a ribbon tying your hair back to make visible the jump in your throat when you swallow. you look like something meant to be displayed behind glass, and his cock twitches painfully in his slacks at the sight of you. he approaches slowly, savouring the view, two fingers hooking beneath your chin to tip your face up. his other hand traces down the column of your throat, the delicate line of your collarbone, palms one breast through the fabric and feels your nipple pebble against his skin. he thumbs it once, watches you shiver. travels down along your ribs to the sweet dip of your waist, fingers spanning almost the entirety of it. tugs the ribbon from your hair last, lets it slip through his fingers to the sheets, before laying you back against the pillows, ready to ravish his doll...

@alhaithamowo there's a spot on the floor beside baizhu's desk that has dresvi's name written on it, i like to believe! you sit there while he works, cheek pressed to the warm silk of the robes that bunch at his knee, and every so often his hand drifts down from the paperwork to rest atop your head. tender strokes through your hair, the pad of his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. it's a feeling so blissful that you cannot help but sigh dreamily and nuzzle into the muscle of his thigh. and when you tilt your face up, rest your chin on his thigh and smile at him with such adoration and gratitude, he feels heat bloom low and slow in his belly. his brush stills against the paper, and his other hand (the one still in your hair) gentles further. scratches lightly behind your ear just to watch your lashes flutter. you have no idea at all what you do to him, and the ache in his cock too, when you look up at him like he's hung the stars.

@pixiespond how quick does gojo cum the first few times you're intimate with him, pixie? i imagine he doesn't last very long but i could be mistaken... thinking especially about pojo outercourse! starting off as simple kissing with his hands cradling your face, though when you shift a bit needily in his lap and gasp into his mouth, something in him would snap, because you never take. never chase your own pleasure like this, and now you've rutted down against him through his slacks, even if just once, and his hands travel down to your hips in an instant. whimpers into your lips when he tells you to keep going, eyes blown wide and grip trembling to guide you harder along him. he doesn't know when he finally snaps, but the sight of you finally taking something for yourself has him cumming in his pants like a teenager.

@sleepyqinfei your wriothesley has learned to be careful with you, girl as delicate as a dewdrop trembling on a petal. has your pressed flat against the mattress, with your face half-buried in the pillow because it's just too much to look at him while he's filled to the hilt inside you. "hey there, pretty girl," he whispers so fondly, and when you peek up at him he's smiling that smile only you get. he offers his hand, palm up, waiting, for you take it with both of yours, clutch it desperately to your chest right over your pounding heart. and when you do, he breaks. a groan tears out of him, hips faltering, because fuck, you're so cute it hurts. "god, look at you. my sweet girl, gonna make my heart burst one of these days, i swear." and keeps rocking into you, gentle as anything, tethering your soul to his.

@dilucsbeloved let's talk about how kittywea and farmerluc navigate her first heat hm? how his earthy scent of woodsmoke and sweat drives you absolutely insane, has you crawling into his lap with your tail swishing to and fro, ears pinned back with a need you don't fully understand. he's twice your size, all thick muscle and coarse red hair across his chest, and you can't stop pressing your face into him. nuzzling at his throat, at the wiry hair on his sternum, drag your cheek along the scent glands there and purr, loud and helpless and embarrassed by it. "easy, kitten," he drags tender, calloused hand over the back of your head, but you're already sliding lower, nosing at the hard bulge straining his work-worn trousers, mouthing at it through the fabric just to get closer to that smell. "oh—hells." his hand instinctively threads to your hair, gentle but shaking. "s'that what you need, darlin'? c'mere, then. old man'll take care of you."

@frozentide thinking of a moment where hugo comes home to find you in a place he was not expecting, kneeling in the middle of his bed, with your hands folded neatly in your lap. the lingerie you don is a powdered pink, all frills and soft lace and tiny delicate bows, a ribbon tying your hair back to make visible the jump in your throat when you swallow. you look like something meant to be displayed behind glass, and his cock twitches painfully in his slacks at the sight of you. he approaches slowly, savouring the view, two fingers hooking beneath your chin to tip your face up. his other hand traces down the column of your throat, the delicate line of your collarbone, palms one breast through the fabric and feels your nipple pebble against his skin. he thumbs it once, watches you shiver. travels down along your ribs to the sweet dip of your waist, fingers spanning almost the entirety of it. tugs the ribbon from your hair last, lets it slip through his fingers to the sheets, before laying you back against the pillows, ready to ravish his doll...

@alhaithamowo there's a spot on the floor beside baizhu's desk that has dresvi's name written on it, i like to believe! you sit there while he works, cheek pressed to the warm silk of the robes that bunch at his knee, and every so often his hand drifts down from the paperwork to rest atop your head. tender strokes through your hair, the pad of his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. it's a feeling so blissful that you cannot help but sigh dreamily and nuzzle into the muscle of his thigh. and when you tilt your face up, rest your chin on his thigh and smile at him with such adoration and gratitude, he feels heat bloom low and slow in his belly. his brush stills against the paper, and his other hand (the one still in your hair) gentles further. scratches lightly behind your ear just to watch your lashes flutter. you have no idea at all what you do to him, and the ache in his cock too, when you look up at him like he's hung the stars.

@pixiespond how quick does gojo cum the first few times you're intimate with him, pixie? i imagine he doesn't last very long but i could be mistaken... thinking especially about pojo outercourse! starting off as simple kissing with his hands cradling your face, though when you shift a bit needily in his lap and gasp into his mouth, something in him would snap, because you never take. never chase your own pleasure like this, and now you've rutted down against him through his slacks, even if just once, and his hands travel down to your hips in an instant. whimpers into your lips when he tells you to keep going, eyes blown wide and grip trembling to guide you harder along him. he doesn't know when he finally snaps, but the sight of you finally taking something for yourself has him cumming in his pants like a teenager.

@sleepyqinfei your wriothesley has learned to be careful with you, girl as delicate as a dewdrop trembling on a petal. has your pressed flat against the mattress, with your face half-buried in the pillow because it's just too much to look at him while he's filled to the hilt inside you. "hey there, pretty girl," he whispers so fondly, and when you peek up at him he's smiling that smile only you get. he offers his hand, palm up, waiting, for you take it with both of yours, clutch it desperately to your chest right over your pounding heart. and when you do, he breaks. a groan tears out of him, hips faltering, because fuck, you're so cute it hurts. "god, look at you. my sweet girl, gonna make my heart burst one of these days, i swear." and keeps rocking into you, gentle as anything, tethering your soul to his.

@dilucsbeloved let's talk about how kittywea and farmerluc navigate her first heat hm? how his earthy scent of woodsmoke and sweat drives you absolutely insane, has you crawling into his lap with your tail swishing to and fro, ears pinned back with a need you don't fully understand. he's twice your size, all thick muscle and coarse red hair across his chest, and you can't stop pressing your face into him. nuzzling at his throat, at the wiry hair on his sternum, drag your cheek along the scent glands there and purr, loud and helpless and embarrassed by it. "easy, kitten," he drags tender, calloused hand over the back of your head, but you're already sliding lower, nosing at the hard bulge straining his work-worn trousers, mouthing at it through the fabric just to get closer to that smell. "oh—hells." his hand instinctively threads to your hair, gentle but shaking. "s'that what you need, darlin'? c'mere, then. old man'll take care of you."

@frozentide thinking of a moment where hugo comes home to find you in a place he was not expecting, kneeling in the middle of his bed, with your hands folded neatly in your lap. the lingerie you don is a powdered pink, all frills and soft lace and tiny delicate bows, a ribbon tying your hair back to make visible the jump in your throat when you swallow. you look like something meant to be displayed behind glass, and his cock twitches painfully in his slacks at the sight of you. he approaches slowly, savouring the view, two fingers hooking beneath your chin to tip your face up. his other hand traces down the column of your throat, the delicate line of your collarbone, palms one breast through the fabric and feels your nipple pebble against his skin. he thumbs it once, watches you shiver. travels down along your ribs to the sweet dip of your waist, fingers spanning almost the entirety of it. tugs the ribbon from your hair last, lets it slip through his fingers to the sheets, before laying you back against the pillows, ready to ravish his doll...

@alhaithamowo there's a spot on the floor beside baizhu's desk that has dresvi's name written on it, i like to believe! you sit there while he works, cheek pressed to the warm silk of the robes that bunch at his knee, and every so often his hand drifts down from the paperwork to rest atop your head. tender strokes through your hair, the pad of his thumb tracing the shell of your ear. it's a feeling so blissful that you cannot help but sigh dreamily and nuzzle into the muscle of his thigh. and when you tilt your face up, rest your chin on his thigh and smile at him with such adoration and gratitude, he feels heat bloom low and slow in his belly. his brush stills against the paper, and his other hand (the one still in your hair) gentles further. scratches lightly behind your ear just to watch your lashes flutter. you have no idea at all what you do to him, and the ache in his cock too, when you look up at him like he's hung the stars.