He’d choke out pleas, begging to be ground into the dirt. Your knee pressed to his chest, forcing wet, ragged breaths from him—he inhaled your scent like it was his last breath. A faint “Please…” slipped from his lips.
To be woken up being softly fucked, them caressing you, kissing you, groaning in your ear about how wet and warm you are. Them rubbing your thighs, your stomach, fingers over your nipples. All just to praise you as you cum with them early in the morning.
i've largely moved away from liking a ship based on their tropes and whatnot... two people can have everything i like in a ship on paper and i can find myself not caring... like if a ship moves me it moves me that's all there is to it
priest that fucks his fist with a rosary wrapped tight around his knuckles, wincing at the friction as he takes the punishment he believed was right for such a sinful act
He’d choke out pleas, begging to be ground into the dirt. Your knee pressed to his chest, forcing wet, ragged breaths from him—he inhaled your scent like it was his last breath. A faint “Please…” slipped from his lips.
He’d choke out pleas, begging to be ground into the dirt. Your knee pressed to his chest, forcing wet, ragged breaths from him—he inhaled your scent like it was his last breath. A faint “Please…” slipped from his lips.
I hope no one ever finds out that this is my Twitter and that I’m not just a sweet, charming girl, but also a shameless little freak.
If you know me in real life, please just pretend this account doesn’t exist.
@kyanuuugh I’d absolutely love to read anything you’d like to share about him. But I agree, maybe a little later, since I’m off to bed 😌😌🥲. Have a wonderful day, and whenever you’re free, just message me