Fingers Deep Inside You As You're Clinging To Me & Kissing My Neck When?

i need him to sit on my lap, grab me by the hair, force my head back, and bite my neck like his life depends on it. i'm not saying it'd fix me, but it would change the direction in which my life is heading.

hot tboy who fucks you over and over until you piss yourself and doesn't stop until you do

need him to play with my dick for hours. make him play with me until i'm soaked and needy, until i'm so close to cumming that i just keep rolling my hips against his hand or mouth.

but then we have to go smoke. we'd go outside, it'd be chilly but nice, my underwear would be soaked and anytime they brushed against my dick it'd be cold and wet and sensitive. we'd have a joint, then i'd get handsy. i normally do, because i want him. i always want him.

maybe give me a bit of satisfaction and press against my pants— i'd ache for more. he'd tell me to keep smoking and light another for himself too.

and he'd kiss me. i know he would. but then kissing turns to him forcing smoke in my mouth and i'm getting more from his joint than he is. and somehow his hand ends up under my clothes.

maybe his fingers would shift a bit lower than just my waistband and oh that's my dick. he's touching my dick. it feels so nice, please don't stop. i'd whine for him and maybe his fingers would go lower and his palm would graze over my dick as he dips two fingers in me. i'd take them so easily, i'll take then well for him anytime. i'd writhe and try to get him to fuck me, to press harder, to move his fingers more, it feels so nice when he does.

we'd still be outside, he'd still blow smoke in my mouth— how high would he get me? i don't think i'd care, and i know i certainly wouldn't care if he started pumping his fingers in and out of me. maybe i'd be a babbling bitch, too high to think, too desperate to stay quiet, whining and begging for more. he'd keep me safe, he'd talk me through it. he'd probably make me beg for him to fuck me, for him to fuck me harder.

i'd try to touch my dick and it'd be awkward with my pants still in the way, but i wouldn't be allowed, i'd have to solely rely on him, i have to be good. i think he'd be able to get me to cum just by having his fingers in me, especially when i'm high and my body feels like it's on fire.

i wonder if he'd let me cum then and there while we're outside, or would he make me wait?

i need him in a way that would change everyone's view of me if they knew. there's something thrilling about that.

he made me roll a cig while he was fingering me and it was fucking hot i cant stop thinking about it my hands were trembling and i couldnt focus since my only thought was more more more

he then proceeded to smoke it without stopping his hand and goddammit i think i coulve cum just by how he looked at me because he knows he can get me weak in a second and i just love cumming on his fingers it feels so fucking good

Call me "pretty boy" and my vision instantly goes dark with uncontrollable lust

Nothing turns me on more than someone playing with my mouth. Press your thumb to my lips and it's going in my mouth. Let me kiss, bite and suck. Let me taste you. Sit on my face as I eat you out, or hold me down and fuck my throat. I want my mouth to be your favorite toy.

Over 2 hours since I’ve seen my boyfriend. Pray for me.

i need to kiss and bite him until he can't think to show him how much i love him— to show him how much he means to me.

Kinda need to have sex in a hot boxed car. Like I want to be hazily touching up on someone and every breath and pant is just getting us higher. To be surrounded by the heavy smell of weed, stuck in a cramped space, groping and pleasing each other through our clothes while everything feels so good.

if you wanna get fucked so bad youre gonna have to work for it baby. sit on me yourself and ride me like you mean it . you wanna cum ? fuck yourself faster for me ,, i wanna hear you beg