when youve been edging for 6 hours straight and you can barely touch your big fat weiner without pumping gallons of backed up nutsludge all over yourself
i have such a specific but hot kink…
any old timey outfits/styles/aesthetics reminiscent of men from the 1910s—1920s is so hot to me…
“yeah… behind this tree, good sir… my gentleman… and— yeah, undo my suspenders, make sure to keep watch so we avoid the gallows…”