DOM FEMME

i’m thinking about sitting next to a pretty girl while out with her friends. everyone’s busy talking, including her, that no one notices my hand sliding up her thigh. the only indication being the panicked look she gives me when i start toying with the band of her boxers, but i just tilt my head, shrug and tell her to continue talking. she’s stammering words out as my fingers travel down, brushing against the already wet spot and taking my time before i slowly start masturbating her over the fabric. her face is flushed, but she’s being so good, continuing her conversation despite how her hand is holding into my wrist.

all i wanna do is suck on a pretty puffy clit of a subby chubby girl😵‍💫 i don’t care if you’re femme,masc , butch if you’re subby dm me plz 😵‍💫

Thinking about a pretty girl rubbing on my face until her legs tremble, and that only makes me want to pull her closer tasting her sweet flavor

i need a sweet girl to want me. i want her needy, clingy, chalant, devoted. i want her to keep choosing me no matter what and i want to be the only thought on her mind. i need her utterly in love and obsessed.

making my femme cockwarm my strap while i rub her clit slowly. “be still, baby. show me you can be good.” rubbing steadily, watching her shake. feeling her press against my fingers instinctively within seconds. light slap to her clit every time she moves. “aww, you moved already? that was fast.” her whimpering, embarrassed. “i know, sweetheart. you’re just so needy you can’t help it.” cooing sympathetically while continuing to rub gentle circles. catching her grind down on the strap, trying to get more. another slap. “look at you, so desperate. can’t even follow simple instructions, baby.” her crying softly, frustrated with herself. “poor baby. you want to be good but your body won’t let you, hm?” stroking her face with my free hand while the other keeps working her clit. feeling her lean into my touch again, unable to stop. another slap. “there you go again, baby. so pathetic, you can’t even last a minute without needing to move, huh?.” cooing at her gently. watching her struggle, knowing she’ll keep failing no matter how hard she tries.

if you think my fingers are so attractive, why don’t you spread your legs and let me curl them inside you until you cry, then you can suck them clean and thank me properly.

fingering my overstimulated femme so fast, she’s hiccupping through her sobs. “that’s it, cry harder baby. wanna see you completely destroyed.” three fingers deep, curling with each thrust. “look at this mess. you’re dripping everywhere, crying everywhere. so fucking pathetic and I love it.” she tries to close her legs but i force them open. “no, you’re gonna take it and cry pretty for me.”

femme who won’t touch herself anymore, always wants me instead. “your fingers feel different. better.” guiding my hand to rub her clit the way she likes. “like this?” circling slowly. “yes, oh my god yes. right there, keep doing that.” watching her fall apart from something so simple just because it’s my touch

i really need to watch my girl humping a pillow desperately while she’s whimpering my name. thrusts starting out slow and shy before they become frantic, so needy and pathetic, leaking all over the pillow and whining because it’s not me.