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As I got up the stairway, I could feel my clit sucker really latching on while I took every step. It bobbed between my thighs and let gravity give an extra tug. My legs, intermittently opening, felt like I was flashing my pussy every step.

Now I’m rested on a plaza to let myself feel the clit sucker. The wind is blowing through my hair. My nipples are so hard against my thin white shirt. My jacket is open. Fuck.

Staying diligent. Checking my surroundings. looking to see where all my routes are. I’m sexy and a girl has to stay smart if she wants to do this sustainably and safely. This is a very sleepy and safe city, and I wouldn’t be taking the risk otherwise ;3

My current pose: sitting on the edge a bench with my cheeks right against the edge, engaging my core muscles to leaning back and making at ≈180° angle with my torso and legs. Legs tight. Typing this (and gurl I’m so proud of myself for feeling fit enough to do this; I swear to god Pilates is paying awffff)

I’m snuggling up in my bae’s jacket and his scent is making me go fucking nuts 🫠 I’ve been sniffing him more during the trip (I impulse sniff him while he drives since he’s stuck and I’m bored) and hmMMPH. I’m getting slicker just thinking about all the ways he teased me during the trip so that I could feel good 🥰

Jesus I’m so wet. I’m probably going to move inside soon cuz it’s kind of cold as balls. Although, the heat of the moment and all other circumstantial factors are keeping me mighty warm under this collar. Feeling the flash contrast of the cold air getting hot when it hits my torso is actually kinda addicting 🤤

Now I’m sitting up and leaning, putting all my weight on my left cheek. Oooh shiiiiiit. It just moved the clit sucker to such a slutty spot. Diligence. Looking around. And FUCK. Euphoric rush.

I hope that I let out enough energy after this session cuz fuck I really need to get some sleep LMAO

It’s been too hot lately and I woke up at 3:30am covered in sweat. I was already naked under my sheet with the fan blowing in the room, but I guess that wasn’t enough.

As I laid there, I imagined how good it would feel for someone to wipe me down with damp cloth, running up and down my curves to cool my body down. My naked body ready to receive the chilly water. My body shivering at the contrast of hot skin and cold cloth.

And then having a cool cloth run over my bare pussy and ass?? Having my clit throb while not being directly touched, only feeling the droplets run down my mound as the cloth starts exploring my folds and crevices. Teasing me with the cloth, leaving goosebumps all over my body. My toes are curling at the thought…

I’m about to jump in the shower since nobody else can cool me down right now. Prepping to have some fun in there by riding my clit sucker (sidenote: I just humped it real fast and I could hear the wet squishy sounds which just triggered me so fucking hard 😵‍💫) and scrolling through my folder of nudes 🤭 a skinny dip in a pool sounds like a real fun time right now…

I spent such a long time this afternoon edging with my clit sucker. But fuck... did I wish it was another horny desperate gooner who wanted to eat my pussy until I soaked through a bib or three. I love the way that bodies push up against each other. Exchanging so much in the process. I love that exchange. That exchange is electric. Something I very much need.

I didn't let myself tip over... but good god. What a fight.

Listen to me. Make me even wetter. I'm starting my edging session by posting this. I just turned my clit sucker on and I'm already starting to feel my body prickling with heat.

^(Afterthought: Sometimes I wonder how my voice can hit different when I'm not thinking about how I sound. I was using my voice and my breath to hold back the orgasm that was desperately trying to build up despite my best efforts. I make more gutteral sounds imo.)

There’s a heat I feel when I close my eyes. My eyelids are so warm. The fever is all over my face and I can’t stop the heat from moving down my body like lava.

It makes a prickling on my skin. The prickles feel good against cloth. My clothes become sandpaper that just feeds the fuel of my ever rising body temp.

My nipples feel engorged as it brushes up against my shirt. My clit sucker is pulsating, using my warm sticky fluids to really get me writhing.

Sick masturbation time can be really fun, if my symptoms can feed into it. And right now, I have the urge to get naked and get under a fluffy blanket to level up this sick time play…

The instructions for today’s visit were simple: (1) put on my face (2) wear something cute and (3) be a good kitten. 

1. Face? On. My Haus Labs foundation, elf lip gloss, and dramatic cat eye were equipped. Hair framing nicely in a half-up ponytail.
2. Clothes? Cute! Orange crop tank top, black denim shorts, Champion crew socks, and New Balance sneakers with the orthopedic soles (who doesn’t love having a tight 20’s bod with the spine of a 57 year old on a good day?).
3. Good? Good! I was so excited to be a good kitten today. I was so excited to show off.

 

I drove up to Sir’s house. As I pulled up, I was greeted with the reality of the situation today.

The circumstances were simple: Sir had a friend over. I’ve never met this friend before. This is a long time friend of Sir’s, and Sir is introducing us for the first time. 

Super simple!

Super… scary is too harsh of a word, but it’s nerve wracking.

But my nerves calmed when I laid eyes on Sir. His friend was holding a dog (as there were three in the house that day) and I was able to observe them from my car while I waited for the okay to step out.

His friend looked approachable. I was building up some sort of intimidating person in my head, but he honestly just reminds me of Anthony Fantano with softer features. He was helping the three dogs in the house get acquainted with each other, so I got to see him speak kindly to the puppies and be gentle. I breathed out some tension – I love having information before I start. 

I walk up and Sir introduces us: “Skitten, meet [R].”

We waved at each other and exchanged hellos. As I waved, I was intimately aware of how my tits were bouncing in my top, and I saw his eyes flicker.

Welp, there goes the nerves again.

I went inside the house while they stayed outside with the dogs. I set my stuff down, lit a joint, and checked myself in the mirror. I got to see what [R] just saw and I’m starting to blush. I’m starting to feel hot, both in temperature and in my panties.

Sidenote: The other reason today was happening was because Sir wanted me to feel safe showing off. I’m building up the courage to be on his arm with confidence and pride, but it starts with baby steps. And today’s baby steps are being on his turf, with someone he knows, and with his attention and care the entire time (how spoiled am I to have so many controlled variables!).

So here I am, under the watch of a protective Sir while holding the gaze of a stranger whose first impression of me is in this sexy, flirty outfit (I’m literally getting wet typing that again holy shit).

I walk back outside, this time to the backyard. We’re all smoking a joint while [R] was setting up an umbrella to get some shade. My Sir is behind me, keeping me steady while I’m on a step below him, high as balls and sensitive as hell. 

And the sun started to warm my skin. And the light started to make my eyelids too heavy to keep up. And I noticed every time [R] looked at me and my pussy got warmer. And I felt my body ground itself when my Sir touched my back to center me. I am in a yo-yo of stimulation and pleasure and presence and holy fucking shit this is awesome. 

I could feel my panties get wetter as I felt comfortable enough to do cute things. I cocked my head to the side as I listened to him explain the misapplications of adhesive compounds on different material projects. I crossed my arms and bounced my leg while watching him open up the dust-covered umbrella. I leaned over to look at something he was holding, and I made sure that gravity could help me out with that pose. 

When [R] went into the garage to grab tools or materials, Sir instructed me to adjust myself. So I would pull up my tits in my shirt. The thrill of almost getting caught had me wiggling with excitement when [R] walked back out. I hope that my blush just looks like a sun-kissed cheek. 

And every time [R] looked at me, spoke in my direction, chuckled at something I said, it riled me up further. The attention was so hot and I desperately wanted more. I also desperately wanted to tide my pussy over with how sensitive and uncomfortable it was getting in my shorts. 

I excused myself to Sir’s office. I waddled away, swaying with a little bounce, and I could hear Sir and [R] say something and laugh. I got so wet at the thought of them commenting on my walk. I got wet at the thought of [R] noticing the way that my thighs were jiggling or how my ass looked tight in my shorts. 

My desire for his lust sent me back inside to re-up on my greenery abuse and to touch myself. I didn’t think to sit down; I just stood in the middle of the room with my shorts unbuttoned. I reached into my panties to spread my lips apart, releasing the wetness so it coats my clit and panties. I started to rapidly graze my clit above my panties, the wet cloth adding an extra texture that sends my tongue out my mouth and drool dripping onto the floor. 

As good as it felt, I knew I had to get back outside and not seem suspicious. Before I left the room, I put my fidget toy in my shorts pocket so they could ride a little lower with some plausible deniability. My tits were pulled back up to full mast in the crop top, and my lips were freshly glossed. I grabbed my little black notebook so that I could take notes (a girl needs her external cognition tool to write these stories, you feel?).

I walk back out slowly, feeling the high and the heat and the sun and my skin and feeling like a walking beam of bliss. And I saw that they were watching from across the backyard. And I felt like a slutty sun goddess that was here to teach you what a sundrop tastes like.

I returned to my Sir’s side, but he had to excuse himself for a call. So I was outside with [R] and I was holding a longer conversation with him alone. I noticed myself standing a bit rigidly by the door of the garage. I was starting to get tense: focused, one-on-one attention was intense, I was high and horny, I was messy and wet and nervous that it could be noticeable, and I was standing. I needed to sit down.

I grabbed a metal chair and placed it right next to [R]. The cold metal hit the back of my thigh and it took every muscle in me not to yelp right then and there: shiver up my spine, warmth down my pussy. My nipples were hard under my bra top cups (next time, I should wear something thinner).  I nestled into the chair and squeezed my thighs together; my pussy had been needing the relief. I think he noticed; I didn’t look to confirm.

He continued to tinker away at his project while I asked questions. I was starting to feel comfortable and confident again. My body fell into the rhythms of my favorite kind of conversations: exchanges of hyperfixations and drilling into the depths of a passion and interest. I was asking a myriad of questions, leaning over and making sure my eyes wouldn’t leave him. I could see him start to get nervous, a stutter here or there, or his eyes flickering to wherever might be safe after they landed on my tits or thighs one too many times for his taste. 

Every movement and moment that proved he noticed me turned the heat up in my body. I wanted him to keep looking at me. I wanted him to know that I was hot and funny and interesting and fun to talk to, and I think I was successful. The afternoon wore on with fun conversation and flutters in my stomach. When it was finally time to say goodbye, I waved to [R] from the front door while my Sir walked him out. 

When my Sir came back, I saw his eyes and fully knew what was going to happen.

We went to his office and there were two chairs facing each other. 

I stripped

I sat on the plush dining chair and he sat on his office chair. 

I bent over sitting down and sucked on his cock. He grabbed my hair and guided me on how deep he wanted me to go. Then, I made sure to go through the mental checklist of a good sweet blowjob:

1. Use a lot of tongue. Run it all over the bottom of the cock. Lay it flat on the bottom and then run it up and down.
2. Twist your head while you go up and down. I usually like to go down, swivel head at base, go up, swivel head at cock, and then adjust speed from there. 
3. Purse and suck in my lips so that my lips are pushing up against the cock actively and giving it the texture of my lips.
4. Suck on it so that the suction can sputter with spit while I travel up and down the shaft.
5. Get sloppy. It’s lovely when it’s wet.

I was so happy to show my Sir exactly how grateful I was for the opportunity to show off. My mouth was nothing but a vessel for appreciation. As I bobbed on his cock and every thrust into my throat reminded me of a memory from that day. The heat from [R]’s stares, the haze of horny and high, the giggles and conversation. I could feel my tits tingle as they bounced to the rhythm of my sucks. My makeup was starting to run with my tears of gratitude and my slutty gagged up spit. And when he hit me with his load in the back of my throat? I was hit with my favorite thought: this is exactly what I do this for. 

The daze of submission was cut through with a sharp yelp and screaming. I pulled off quickly, quickly vacuum sealing my mouth so that none of the climax spilled out of my mouth.

“OOooooOOOOOH SHIEEEEEEEEET.”

I looked him up and down. 

“Shit. Cramp?”

“CRAMP.”

I helped him out of the chair and made sure that he could relax his muscles. As the cramp calmed down, he finally looked over to me and started laughing. He points to my mouth, cheeks still puffed out full of cum. A muffled “Mmph!” released from my throat. He nods and I finally swallow his load. I’m so glad that I can share a good laugh with my Sir. I hope this means I can show off and cramp him up again soon 🤭

What would I find you doing to me?

Bent. Pushed. Pressed.

Slammed. Pulled. Stretched.

My body, always the setting, for a nightly fantasy.

I writhe as I think of what I would be subject to.

Stepping into your mind and revealing the filth you want to put me through.

What sensations will ring deep within the hollows of my form?

How will you ensure than I’m shaken to my core?

Where in my throat would be enough?

How much of my stomach can you make bulge on first entry?

Which holes do you want pulsing with the aftershocks of your pressure?

My body anticipates every thrust and thud. I shudder at what your dreamscapes would show me, how you’d push and use my body.

And lord knows who I actually am in any of these scenarios. You probably have a list you like to flip through.

Your bratty stepsis who you finally overpower.

Your childhood best friend confessing in the backseat of your car.

A hot chick from the bar who’s reveals herself as a succubus in the bathroom stall.

A literal hole in the wall.

Naive and sweet? Brazen and crass?

… stuck somewhere? 😏

The scene possibilities are endless.

And when your dream finally ends, when the sands have run out and fallen on your eyes, what evidence will I get to enjoy seeing of my body’s work?

Because you know I’ll want proof that you enjoyed, right?

I’m literally just so fucking needy and horny in this goddamn hammock that I got brave enough to pull my bra up and expose my tits.

Please listen to me while I grow more desperate. I’m still lying back in the hammock, humping my toy, stopping myself from releasing it all right now 😵‍💫

I set up the new hammock with the bug net on and I am feeling bold. I grabbed my toy and immediately started recording. Right out the gate, I’m moaning and writhing while suspended in the air. I am a mumbly, talkative, wet, whimpering little mess throughout this entire audio. And I get brave enough to flash my tits and wiggle around for a while :3

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It’s so hot when you have someone who desperately wants to feed you smut.

I’m trying to be good and productive which doesn’t always leave me a lot of time to talk to people. But when good boys know that and still want to keep me entertained and wet? It’s a jackpot, surely.

So here I am, editing some photos, playing a porn video in the picture-in-picture on the top right corner of my screen, and I have a steady stream of the filthiest stories coming to me via my notifications. I don’t have to click away, I don’t have to shift my focus, he came to me to feed me a slutty little story of his edging and denial.

He knows that while he’s typing away, I’m sitting in my camping chair panting and huffing, pushing through the edge to make sure the photos are edited how I want them.

My body trembles at the idea even as I retype it right now. I didn’t know how sexy it would be to have a writer serve me, and now I crave it all the time.

A part of my denial has me working towards orgasms with tasks. The day’s task was to complete two upcoming posts. I haven’t been creative in a while, and I needed to kick myself back into gear. I like this shit! I work hard for work that isn’t even mine, and then when it comes to my own stuff I neglect it? Bullshit. I’m doing better for myself.

Which leads to this latest creative session in the backyard which was a lovely and productive one. I am also exercising strategies to stay productive. For example, if I write down my intrusive and interesting thoughts, I don’t feel like I need to hold onto them and therefore overwhelm myself with things to remember. So here is a curated set of entries in my bullet point stream-of-consciousness ramble in my notes app.

Context: I am outside in the backyard. I’m wearing black mesh shorts with a neon pink spandex lining. It is high afternoon. I’m on a beach blanket in the backyard. The sun is shining bright. I am under a tree. The shadow of the tree moves slowly throughout the afternoon. I am mostly under the sun the entire time I am outside. I also have a camping chair next to me. The original misspellings are kept in.

The Stream O’ Consciousness

• While putting on my clit sucker, I thought I saw a head peek over behind… a roof? From one of the other houses? I looked again and nothing ever came back around. 
• Fuck, I look good. I should record something
  • [record record record]
• Oh my god I didn’t even get to start listening to porn yet since I was recording. Let’s go with… a doggystyle compilation why not. 
• I sometimes forget I’m wearing the collar. Then I do something like look down and I feel the metal. It’s nice to be reminded so naturally of what I am.
• … does having my socks on make this less sexy? Chat, what’s the consensus?
• I technically can keep this going as long as I want, so if I want to edge to heighten the feeling I can. BUT, the longer I edge, the more I gamble with losing it to the carnal frays of greedy lust. And also I legit might have to go ANOTHER night without an orgasm :/ The Prisoner’s Jizz-lemma… Dick-lemma… but I am sans dick… hmm. We’ll workshop it. 
• I heard a power tool go off not too far away. Fuck. Was the head actually someone fixing up a roof? Do I gotta look UP at the SKY while I edge now?? Damn, it’s almost like… sitting out in the open of my backyard makes me… wide open… 🤔🤯 damn. Damn. Damn. 
• I feel like the most incognito way for me to edge outdoors with the clit sucker is lying on my stomach. My clit sucker is against the hand ground. My ass jiggles every once in a while but I can also kick my feet to hide it. I’m looking down on my phone so I can listen for people but not have to worry about looking in a certain direction if I spot someone. I just have to use my ears more vigilantly and not do anything overtly sexual. I will have a problem holding back jumping the floor. For example, I found the perfect spot where the toy nestles in the dirt, and when I lift my shorts to adjust, the toy travels up my clit and then lands perfectly to suction the entire thing again. Oooh fuck this bullet point almost made me cum outside. 
• I’m watching a woman have her pussy fingered and inspected by two doctors. I love the trope of two authority figures —>
  • AAHH FUCK NO SOCK TAN *rips off socks*
• <— inspecting my pussy and talking me through the process. Sometimes it’s doctors, sometimes it’s your best friend’s brothers, sometimes it’s professors. And in pairs… There's dynamics at play. Personalities bouncing off of each other. More layers to add meaning and nuance and sexy sexy subtext. Lord almighty. Hot. 
• Oooh I do love sitting in the camping chair with my clit sucker on. This one is new but a fast favorite. Big cozy vibes. I can’t wait until A2 takes me camping again and I can do that. 
• The wind blowing away the excess heat that builds… god. This afternoon is perfect to feel how beautiful the world is. 
• Cars unlocking is a new jump-worthy noise? Apparently. 
• The next person to buy me a bodysock gets a dance video Jesus CHRIST I am watching a girl get railed in a glittery diamond one and I ammmmmmmm. Welp I’m humping the air calm dooooooown bitch we’re still in the backYAAARD!!
• God fuck shit fuck fuck fuck fuck I am so so fucking horny fuck fuck fuck my pussy is throbbing. The clit sucker’s randomness is at the highest setting, so sometimes it’s just going at MAX SUCC&FUCC which is. Overwhelming.
• The wind feels SO good on the soles of my feet! Wait!! This shit is new… hold on… I like this shit. Woah! Sunny side soles up + windy day = dopamine. Sick new equation unlocked ✅
• I just took a bunch of photos from the top of my titties looking down. … Does that angle explanation make sense?
• I lift both of my legs up so my vulva opens up and my pussy lips expose my clit more. And oh my got my clit sucker is going AWFF. 
• I do a big sweeping look while I adjust my clit sucker with my hand. Every time I take a photo or video, it feels so dirty knowing that it’s while I’m edged out of my fucking mind. I’m so fucking horny about this. 
• I hear metal clattering. Related to the roof? Fuck. Wetter. So much wetter. I just turned on a new porn. Secretary getting fucked. I’m trying to keep my legs wide open. That’s *Too*xxx mmm slutttyy right?
• Now it’s nuru massage. I looked at how nice my skin looks in the sunlight. They would look so good oiled up. 
• My mouth's hanging open. I’m looking around while my mouth is hanging open. That seems waaaay more horny and slutty than just… sitting still and panting. I keep checking that nobody is around. But. Hm. If I just sit still… and I don’t acknowledge that someone might be looking at me… then… I would never have to know. I just have to keep being careful and quiet… and oblivious. Maybe that’ll work. Then maybe they won’t make a fuss since I’m not. I’m just quietly enjoying myself and not making it anyone else’s problem. Mmmmmmfuck this bullet point also almost made me cum.
• Fuck it really did almost make cum I had to pull the toy off of me SO fast HAHAHA. I didn’t even have time to think about it.

  

Thanks for joining in on this meander through my psyche. It’s always a funny place to be.

I’m being fed bespoke writing straight to my DMs from someone who’s following rules. Someone who knows I don’t respond or play privately without going through the proper channels.

It feels good to just watch his mind run. I am embarrassed that my praise/compliment kink is really obvious now because I cannot help but moan about it ffffUCK. I am humping the air. Clit sucker going crazy. Hair a knotted mess on the pillow.

I’m on my couch writhing, enjoying the last of my home being empty for the night. Fuck. Make my pussy ache while I edge some mooooooresee SS ffuucucjkkkkkkkk

I woke up, almost a week of being denied an orgasm at this point and I am horny. I’ve been on and off messaging people since this morning while I wet my fingers with my morning pussy wetness to rub my clit to. Typing one handed is a skill 🙂‍↕️

I woke up and I started humping my folded up blanket because my pussy wanted the pressure and comfort so badly.

Now I’m using my clitsucker (who’s shocked at this point?) and I notice the things I’m saying out loud while I masturbate are getting filthier.

“I’m a filthy fucking slut who can’t help but be good. My pussy needs it. That’s why it’s so hot and slutty to deny.”

“I’m a dirty whore who wants to keep humping my bed and blankets.”

“Aaaaagghhh I wanna cum I wanna cum but I’m a good obedient slut. But I wanna cum.”

“I need a creampie to drip over this swollen clit.”

“Sir, tie me up in an alleyway and have strangers touch and grope me.”

My hair is strewn and tangled across my pillow. My body exposed from my open robe. My panties soaking wet from my feral need.

Edit: ended my edging today to get ready (I’m 10 min late already 🫣). Thanks for keeping this slut company today~

I love how fabric can be used for tit play. Right now, I’m wearing a plush robe that I’m rubbing lightly against my nipples. They’re so hard and perky while the robe shuffles up and down my bare chest.

I also love mesh a LOT. I have so many mesh tops and I want to be brave enough to wear one without anything underneath one day. When I wear my cropped mesh top, it glides over my nipples and had a cool silky feeling from all the air moving around with it.

… it’s also hot when there’s wet spots on a tank top from where someone sucks on my hard nipples through the fabric 😵‍💫

Playing with textures is a sure fire way to keep my brain stimulated while my body is rolling through waves of pleasure~

I am so desperate and needy for a puppy between my legs. I know exactly how I want puppy to be too: sitting under me, nose and lips and tongue all over my pussy, and hands roaming me. And I love to taunt and tease -- do you really think you can make me cum? ;3

A little ramblefap while I wash dishes. Like, actually. I stopped myself from washing dishes because I got so turned on by me using my toy while 🍃blasted that I needed to tell you what I need.

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I mean, it's what the title says 😂

I'm clit sucking while washing dishes after a few hits and I get overwhelmed with how strong the toy was going. I turned on my voice memo app, bent myself over the counter, and started letting my needy thoughts flow out of me.

I'm begging, I'm whimpering, I say "please" a bunch, and I fantasize about your hands all over my ass and legs.

Come on puppy. Are you going to listen to me challenge you to make me cum with your needy mouth? It'll be here for you, when you're ready :3

I’m edging at work and all I can think about is how hot my partner is. It’s literally turning me on and if I don’t tell someone about it my body will start eating itself.

My partner A2 is a brick of a man. I fucking love how dense and strong he is.

Last night he was manhandling me in bed and I was already so turned on and high and edged out. When he went to grab my leg, I saw his forearms flexed and I literally squealed. My bare pussy got wetter. My whole body froze.

He paused. I couldn’t NOT tell him (I’m a compulsive confessor) so I quickly said too loudly “YOUR FOREARMS ARE HOT WHEN THEY’RE FLEXED, FUCK”

Now this bitch is now flexing his fucking forearm wherever I go and I keep BLUSHIIIIIIING.

God. It’s so hot. I love my men strong 😮‍💨

I have been denying since Sunday and I’ll get to finally cum with my Sir tonight, but that’s still over 12 hours awaaaaaaaaay. I edged myself last night and fell asleep with my clitsucker on my pussy. I woke up this morning to a dead battery. When I shifted, the toy just SHLOOP slid down my slit because I was so fucking wet. Me shifting slightly caused it to move and I had to moan into the pillow to not be embarrassingly loud.

I need to keep edging actively today. I’m gonna be doing a lot of over the clothes touching while at work. Probably sneak into the bathroom and make myself wet and needy and messy.

Maybe I’ll go out on an early morning walk and touch myself while nobody’s awake yet. Or I could wear my Ferri without turning it out and feel it pressing up against my clit while I walked fuuuuuck that’s so hot I might do that.

I really want to get naked and lay myself bare. I want my body exposed. The more I edge the more I desperately need to go to a nude beach; I want to suntan naked so bad.

I am so horny. I am humping this dead clitsucker cuz I know if I charge it and use it on me that it’s all over 😵‍💫

Make me edge more. Make me so fucking horny. Talk about my body, how you’d use it. Tease me for being so horny. Call me cute names while you say filthy shit about me. My hair is so perfect for pulling, my tits for groping, my neck for choking. Tell me. Fuck.

Freshly showered after a house party and I am so cozy and needy. I want a hand stroking my pussy right now. Play with my lips. My clit. My slit. Start sliding one finger, maybe two. Maybe your tongue finds its way to lick and suck on me, but your fingers stay somewhere on my pussy.

Ffffuck I want you to tell me how much you want my pussy. Let me hump my clitsucker while I fall asleep with it on. Make me wake up with neediness with your filthy thoughts about my tender and aching pussy.

Woke up horny, put my clit sucker on, laid on my stomach, and let myself loose on it for a few minutes. Talking about being knocked out on the couch and being fondled. I wanna wake up and have my clothes disheveled and sticky spots on my body. And her me moan and whine into the mic while saying all of it. Listen in here 😘