wired hymns

I mean, they're such good boys for their god, and with Lent being so close to being done, so many of them have been abstaining from things they love doing for weeks! they deserve a reward, don't they? being pushed into the pillows and shown just how much pleasure the Lord wants them to feel sounds good to me

your f/o, lying awake, trying to calm down but all they can focus on is the sound of you breathing or the warmth of your body next to them, and it only makes it worse.

your f/o, giving up and sneaking a hand between their own legs. trying to bring themselves to a quick orgasm, biting into pillow to muffle their desperate sounds.

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imagine being between your f/o’s legs. getting nice and comfy maybe laying on your stomach or sat on your knees in front of their chair. reaching out to push their thighs apart, spreading them nice and wide and open. imagine them being so turned on that you can smell it, you can see how their pussy glistens with slick arousal. you lean in and begin pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin of their inner thigh, all the way up one then the other…

you hover just above where they want you most for a moment, inhaling the scent of their arousal, feeling the warmth of their cunt emanating. from above, you can hear their breath hitching, and you delight in the way they wriggle a little, desperate for you to taste them. maybe they whine. maybe they even beg.

finally, you dip your head down all the way and drag your tongue up their pussy, achingly slow and tender. their flesh is warm and soft, and you savour the taste of their juices. you settle in, lapping slowly at their clit, arms winding round their thighs comfortably, ready to spend as long as you like down there tasting your love. they exhale shakily, relieved and content at the feeling — that’s exactly what they’ve been needing.

no proshippers, no ship doubles.

do not make this post about cocks.