Getting High On His Front Step And Shoving My Tongue In His Mouth To Taste The Smoke On His Tongue

I wasn't made for a 9-5, I was made to be waiting for you to get home on my knees

need to get high until i'm unable to think while he sucks my dick.

yes puppy, you're doing so well, keep going until i'm all you can taste. keep going until i'm incoherently whining and mindlessly trying to fuck your face. keep going until there's a mess on both of us.

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

*points between your legs* hey do you . d. do you need. do you need anybody to stim on that. with their mouth

Hearing the phrase “I touched myself while thinking about you” makes me become so dysfunctional. Like 🫠… really?… tell me what you were thinking? Promise you’ll do it again for me? And keep telling me? Please, please, please…

Missionary so I can moan and gasp in your mouth as I’m cumming 🥹

forced eye contact.... chin held between fingers and being told in a calm, but firm voice "dont look away" and "i want to watch your face as you fall apart for me".... oh my gosh....

The urge to text my bf “I miss you” every 15 seconds is real

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.

I want someone to play with my mouth. Push their fingers past my lips, pull my tongue, stretch out my mouth and play with it, make me suck their fingers. Make me a drooling mess. Then have me eat them out or suck them off.