Talking a pretty femme through her orgasm might just be god's greatest gift to lesbians

I love somno. Yeahhhh I want to have sex but I'm so so sleepy. Do all the work for me.

kinda want to piss a girl off so she’ll wrap her hand around my throat and push me against the wall. you know….as friends.

Playing dumb and oblivious so she has to say out loud what she wants and then doing exactly what she says. "What has you so worked up princess?" while my hand is sliding up and down her thigh. "Where do you want me to touch you?" while making out on the bed. "More? More what sweetheart? Use your words", "Faster? But I thought it was too much", "You need me? For what princess?"

i tried my best to wait for her, trying to fill my time with stupid chores or mindless activities, but nothing helped. and its not my fault. i'd been pent up since she left, the feeling of her lips on my skin and the smell of her cologne lingering all around me. maybe i should've went back to sleep. maybe i shouldn't have worn her shirt to bed. and i definitely shouldn't have worn her boxers.

i was a lost cause the second she walked out the door, but it wasn't my fault. the smell of her cologne fucked me up enough. it was fresh. soft. it was her. and laying in her pillows and blankets practically drowned me in it. and, it just happened. i didn't fully register it. my thighs squeezing together was innocent. out of my control. grabbing her blanket and bringing it between my legs was mindless, too. maybe it wasn't enough, i'm not sure, but soon a pillow was between my thighs instead. it really wasn't my fault. and at first, it was slow. needy. fervent. finding that perfect pace didn't take long, though, and soon i was rolling my hips and gritting my teeth to stop whines from coming out.

lines between needy and frantic blurred as i began to desperately chase that high. i leaned back with an arm behind me, balling her blanket into my hand and nearly shaking at the grip. i didn't want to be loud. part of me felt it was reserved to her, but another part felt it wasn't enough. only she could make me sound like that, and only she deserved it. so, i brought the hem of her shirt between my teeth, shutting myself up, but also baring my chest so i could play with my nipples. thinking of her hands instead of my own drew me closer, and soon i was a pathetic mess praying it would feel good despite her absence. she was in every corner of my mind. her hands, her mouth, her skin, and most of all, her voice. how smooth it is, how easy it rolls down my back, and how it's always the final nail in the coffin to make me cum. eyes screwed shut, trying my best to picture her tone while she fucks me so i can get what i need. her praise, her condescending laugh, her disappointed hums-

but. it sounded too clear. my hair was messy, cheeks flushed, and vision blurry the moment i hear that familiar hum. it was sharp. close. my lips part and her shirt falls from my mouth when i see her in the doorway, immediately slurring out mindless begs and stopping my hips under her gaze. but she wasn't mad, she was calm. sweet with her tone in a way that made my brows furrow. walking towards me, smiling soft and gently bringing my face in her hands as i nearly shook under her grasp. gently wiping my bottom lip while talking to me, "keep going, show me how bad you wanted it since you couldn't be patient." shaking my head, chin quivering, whining, even begging for her to not make me. but her fingers slowly push past my lips, fucking my mouth while she tsks at me disappointedly. "you can be good, baby. show me what you needed so bad." my hips would instantly pick back up from her voice alone, nevertheless her fingers fucking into my mouth and toying with my tongue. my pathetic moans would be suppressed with my mouth full, my mind racing, yet i'd listen to her. keeping my gaze steady on her, my hands on her hips, and my lips around her fingers while i continue riding it out. going until i couldn't anymore, or going until she said it was enough

Thinking heavily about being forced to hump a pillow to get off.

Having to place myself in that position where I’m forced to rock my hips back and forth, over and over, while you grope my chest from behind. Hearing you guide and direct me on when to slow down to fasten the pace. Knowing that despite me begging to feel you in me, that I’m desperate enough to beg for my own fingers, you tell me to shut up and keep going. That I look too pretty to be ruined just yet.

By the end, the pillow is wet with cum, my cheeks kissed with tears, and your amused grin as you make me lay back and spread my legs open to get a reward for my good behavior.

sleepy make out session that leads to sleeping that leads to waking up but only a little bit that leads to sleepy make out session that leads to sleeping that leads to waking up but only a little bit that leads to sleepy make out session that leads to sleeping that lea

im sorry. im not woke. i dont think the pathetic and shy character should top to subvert expectations. i just want to see them shiver and whimper and get fucked within an inch of their life. #sorry

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i’m an audio pervert i love the wet noises of someone stroking themselves and the sound of breath hitching into a moan way more than any visual will ever do for me

can't stop thinking about being full of someones strap oh god

i've mastered the art of getting off while staying almost completely silent but what i would give for someone to tie me down and play with me til i'm crying and whimpering and moaning and being physically incapable of going two seconds without left out another filthy sound

got a habit of referring to my brain in a weird third person sense. "my brain just gave me this idea" "my brain is telling me this" like yeah that's my me (#myme) but im not in charge here im like the copilot at best.

psa if you use AI or think AI is good..unfollow me

i dont fuck with that shit. i dont want to see that shit. i wont no part in its spread

Be weird about me tell me if you jerk off to me and exactly what you're thinking when you do it!! Lift my clothes when I'm sleeping peak when I'm changing "accidentally" touch up my thigh if we sit near eachother tell me if u think an outfit is hot augh aughh