#group howling

when a tgirls tits are small and achy and painful and you shush her as your hands ride up her shirt, the warmth of your hands and gentleness in your touch while you trail your fingers up and down her sternum. oh waiter more of this please. oh waiter more estrogenized girls

“i used to get called mommy you know” yeah kid and now you’re calling me mama. that must make you feel insane

nobody tell my puppy but im thinking about. giving her free rein and being free use for whenever she's being so needy. reading on my stomach and smiling to myself when i feel a slow and cautious hand start feeling me up, dog-earing my book and rolling onto my back with a hum as her hands move to my tits, bringing my hand up to hold its face in my hand as she whines, letting her help herself all she needs, whenever it needs. but nobody tell her . ok? :)

rage baiting my puppygirl like that beagle

feeling the different muscle groups try their hardest to work against me as i hold her arms above her head and press my knee against her groin as she uselessly humps against me and the wet spot on her skirt is getting increasingly messier and wetter and she just keeps humping and moaning like the poor useless thing she is

i hold a lot of pride over girls telling me how they got off to the presents i give them

the fact that nothing gets me more worked up and perverted than holding a girl close to me and feeling her heartbeat and chest rise and fall. sex or not, the idea of running my hands up and down her body and feeling the swoop of her pelvis and dip of her waist. no im not drooling. maybe i am.