i want to kissie and smoochie

i’m sorry for talking about wanting a cock in my mouth so much. you can make me shut up with your cock. in my mouth

i’m sorry i got carried away and humped your leg until i came while we were kissing

i'm sorry i don't know what came inside me. came into me. came over me. sorry.

u don’t understand i have to bite u

Hickeys? Hot. Bite marks? Hotter. The imprint of my hands left on your wrists after pinning them so hard that it looks like a burn? Fucking perfect.

waked and baked yayyyy

woked and boked

they. they call me the, the mountain-- not cause of my size or anything. just- its, uh cause. uh. its cause she'll be coming around me when she comes

ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

ⓘ reblog to fuckign BITE your mutuals

yes this is an exploration of guilt and culpability but it could also be a sex thing if you just give me a minute

the girls are fightingggggg [readjusts my glasses, squinting] by god… it appears i was mistaken. they're…my goodness…by god