do not look for me

I've been telling my kidnap victim that Stockholm syndrome isn't real, but she keeps masturbating to me anyways???

Innocent couch snuggles that turns into spread legs and pussy slaps.

medieval fantasy except it’s just soft, worshipping sex on a soft, warm hide in front of a fireplace while the world outside is silent in that freshly-fallen-snow way and we cuddle naked afterwards

i rlly come on here to write “i luv boobs” and you all eat that shit up huh

You wanna maybe rut against each other fully clothed and animalistic until we both cum in our pants? We can get iced lattes after.

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Can’t help but want to rut helplessly into a girl. I want to feel the burning in my thighs as I take her from behind, hands steady on her hips while my own work to keep a slow, deep pace. That is, until she spurs me on. Maybe she looks back me with a smirk, to which I’ll answer by holding her head down to the sheets, my pace quickening and falling slightly off-beat. I’d lean next to her and whisper, “Can you keep up, pet?”

suck the thumb that rubs your clit or whatever the saying is