
u/_Saintandsinner_

That was a dare but she made it look so casual - guess the place
She can’t even wrap her fingers all the way around my thick c*ck, who wants to try it next !
She is wrapped around me like she was made for this exact position
Her nak*d body pressed so tightly against mine that I can feel every soft, warm inch of her. Those thick thighs locked around my waist, her wet c*nt sliding against my cock with every small shift, her full t*ts crushed into my chest, and that perfect fat *ss filling my hands. I don’t just hold her. I own this moment. My arms are locked under her, one hand gripping the soft meat of her ass, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks, the other arm wrapped around her back, keeping her trapped against me. Her curly hair is falling all over my face and I can smell her skin, her sweat, the faint scent of her p*ssy from how wet she already is. This is the kind of hug that isn’t soft or sweet. It’s filthy. It’s the kind of hold where her bare, shaved c*nt is grinding slowly against the underside of my c*ck, leaving a wet trail on me every time she breathes. Where her nipples are hard little points digging into my chest. Where I can feel the heat radiating off her body and know that if I just shift my hips a little, I’ll be inside her without even putting her down. Having her naked body clinging to me like this is special because it’s pure, raw possession. No performance. No distance. Just her soft, heavy, living flesh completely surrendered to me. She isn’t standing on her own feet. She is hanging on me, trusting me to carry her weight while her wet p*ssy stays pressed right against the thing that owns it. I love the way her body feels when she’s this close — the give of her *ss in my hands, the way her thighs tremble a little when I squeeze harder, the quiet, needy way she presses her face into my neck like she needs my scent. It’s intimate in the dirtiest way possible. I’m not just holding a woman. I’m holding a wet, open, ready body that wants to stay exactly where it is — wrapped around my c*ck, my hands, my entire fu*king frame — until I decide to put her down or fu*k her standing up without ever letting go. This is what it feels like when she belongs completely to me in that moment. Skin on skin. Heat on heat. Her nak*d body hugging me like she never wants to be put down. And I never want to put her down either.
You have to earn it……
You will get what you want only if you know how to please me. On your knees, eyes locked on mine, lips wrapped around me with that perfect hunger… watching you worship me so eagerly makes my blood burn. This is where it begins — your devotion, my pleasure. Serve me well, my beautiful one, and I’ll give you everything your body craves.
Saturday morning. Soft light through the blinds. The kind of quiet that only exists before the rest of the world wakes up.
am already hard. That thick, heavy morning wood that refuses to go down, pulsing against the sheets like it has its own plans for the day. And she’s right here in front of me—kneeling, leaning in, eyes half-lidded and locked on it like it’s the only thing that matters.
Her lips part just a little. Glossy, soft, slightly swollen from sleep and from the way she’s already been thinking about this. She doesn’t speak. She just breathes, slow and warm, close enough that you can feel it ghosting over the head of my c*ck. That tiny, wet look in her eyes—thirst. Straight-up, unashamed thirst. Like she’s been dreaming about the weight of it on her tongue, the salt-skin taste, the way it would stretch her mouth the second she finally gives in.
I flex once, just to watch her react. Her eyes flick up to mine for half a second, then drop again. Hungry. She leans closer. The tip of her tongue barely touches the underside of the head, tasting the bead of precum that’s already there, and she makes this soft, almost involuntary sound in her throat. Like she’s been waiting all week for this exact moment: my c*ck standing thick and ready on a Saturday morning, and her mouth already watering for it.
No rush. No performance. Just the quiet, f*lthy pleasure of watching her want it so badly she can’t look away. My hand finds the back of her head, not pushing, just resting there while she finally opens wider and sinks down, lips sealing around the head, tongue working the sensitive spot underneath like she’s been starving for it.
That’s the weekend. That’s the best way to wake up.
That’s the Bl*w job and Deep Throat Training I give………..wanna try !
C*me let’s do it together my dm* is all open for you hun