Over 2 Hours Since I’ve Seen My Boyfriend. Pray For Me.

continuing to suck their dick after they cum until all they can do is whine for me… <3

Praying for something that God wouldn't approve of

i need to smoke with him again.

i wonder if i could finger fuck him while we pass a joint back and forth. i know i could.

i need to hear what sounds he'd make. would his breath catch when the cold night air brushes against his dick? how would he sound when i sink my fingers inside of him? would his draw be shaky or smooth? would he be able to stay quiet, or would i make him moan and whimper like he's in heat?

the things i'd do to be high with my fingers buried deep in him

mmyboyfriend my boyfriend my boyfriend my boyfriend mnmmmy boyfriend

do you have a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me well actually it is a knife and I’m doing to dissect you for sexual reasons cuz I’m happy to see you

Fingers deep inside you as you're clinging to me & kissing my neck when?

I see no consequences of me showering him in kisses until he cannot stop smiling, just saying

Mlm/nblm

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.

want to bite someone's lip while making out n we just carry-on handsy n steamy dispite the blood </3

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