SubMHornyPosting

22 days ago

Ꮺ・Kinks: Pegging, Latex, Bondage, Nursing, Choking, Oil, Wet and Messy, Saliva, Collars, Overstim, Prostate play, Oral (Giving and receiving), Femdom, Prostate milking, Amazon position, Edging, Forced Orgasm, Praise Kink, Body Worship, Sensory Deprivation, Leash Play

SubMHornyPostng's tweet photo. Ꮺ・Kinks: Pegging, Latex, Bondage, Nursing, Choking, Oil, Wet and Messy, Saliva, Collars, Overstim, Prostate play, Oral (Giving and receiving), Femdom, Prostate milking, Amazon position, Edging, Forced Orgasm, Praise Kink, Body Worship, Sensory Deprivation, Leash Play https://t.co/iVTh6dV65f

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𝕸𝖎𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖚𝖈𝖈𝖚𝖇𝖚𝖘 💜

@mia_succubus

about 1 month ago

𝐌𝐦𝐡 … 𝐲𝐨𝐮 … 𝐦𝐞 … 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 🖤

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‧₊ ʏᴜᴋɪ ₊‧ VEXPO

@Yukime_VT

1 day ago

I called my boyfriend “good boy” in the mommiest voice possible and he got flustered Oh Oh no I have discovered forbidden knowledge

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maya ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

@lovemommymaya

4 days ago

men are so pathetic and easy to control when deny them proper orgasms ♡ aww, so desperate and leaky~ so much cum building up just to be ruined? poor thing.. be a good boy and serve mommy properly if you finally want to spurt your cum out properly ♡♡♡ #nsfwtwtًً #nsfwtwt #femdom #mommy #findom #goon #gooner #session #selling #paypig #menu

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3 days ago

using him like the pretty fuck toy he is and fucking him into the mattress ❤︎

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3 days ago

i fear i have no caption for this one, sorry hehe

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3 days ago

me and pretty girl making a mess of pretty cock when ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

5 days ago

#Femdom #Latex #Bondage #AmazonPosition #Overstimulation I stepped out of the shower still warm, water beading down my skin. I had cleaned myself thoroughly the way she liked, every inch of me rinsed and ready. The bathroom air was thick with steam. I reached for the towel and dried off slowly, careful not to rush. When I opened the door she was already waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall with that quiet, assessing look she always wore when she was about to take her time with me. She held the latex collar in one hand, the set of leather straps and matching latex cuffs draped over her arm. Her lipstick was a glossy purple that caught the light every time she moved. “Come here,” she said. I walked to her. She didn’t take the towel from me. She simply reached up, took my chin between her fingers, and turned my face toward her so she could look me over. Her thumb brushed the corner of my mouth. “You cleaned yourself for me. Good boy. Now you’re going to let me put you where I want you.” She stepped behind me, settled the latex collar around my throat, and buckled it snug. The material was cool for a second, then warmed against my skin. The soft pressure made every breath feel claimed already. She gave the collar a small tug, testing the fit, then pressed a slow kiss to the side of my neck just above the edge, leaving the first glossy purple print. “Walk.” She kept one hand on the collar and guided me down the short hall toward the bedroom. Her steps were unhurried. Mine matched hers. When we reached the bed she stopped me at the edge, turned me to face her, and took the towel from my hands. She set it aside without looking at it. “Lie down. On your back. Wrists above your head. Palms open. Knees slightly apart. Exactly the way I like you.” I did as I was told. The sheets were cool against my still-damp skin. She stood at the foot of the mattress and looked at me for a long moment, taking in the way I had positioned myself, the collar already locked around my throat, the quiet way I waited. “Stay quiet for me,” she said, voice low and steady. “I want to hear every little sound you make when the straps go on. Every breath. Every twitch. You’re going to give them all to me.” She started with my left wrist. The latex cuff slid around the bone, cool and smooth at first, then warming quickly against my skin. She buckled the leather strap attached to it, pulling until it was snug. Then she bent low and pressed her mouth right over the edge of the cuff. Soft lips. A slow open kiss that left a perfect glossy purple print on the black latex and on the skin just above it. She sucked gently until a dark circle of pressure bloomed underneath. I felt the heat of the mark already. She moved to the right wrist the same way. Latex cuff. Leather strap. Kiss. Hickey. Each time her mouth lingered longer. The glossy purple lipstick smeared across the shiny surface of the cuff. By the time both wrists were locked together above my head I could feel the first real restriction. She ran her fingers down the inside of my forearm, nails dragging lightly. “Look at that. Already breathing faster for me. Such a good boy, staying still while I lock you up piece by piece. You love this, don’t you? Feeling the leather take you. Feeling the collar remind you who you belong to right now.” She worked the next leather strap across my upper chest. Wide bands of leather crossed my ribs and pinned my arms in place. Every time a new length settled against me she paused. She kissed the exact spot where the leather met skin, dragging her lower lip along the edge so the glossy purple left a wet trail. Then she closed her mouth and sucked until a fresh hickey formed. I could feel each one taking shape, a bright slow ache that made my cock twitch against nothing. She kept going lower. Another wide leather strap around my midsection. She pulled it firm enough that I felt my breath change. After every buckle she leaned in and kissed the place the leather pressed into me. The soft skin just below my ribs. The center of my stomach. The sensitive line above my hip. Glossy purple lipstick stained the dark leather in long shiny streaks. Hickeys darkened in a slow pattern that followed every restraint. By the time the straps reached my lower belly I was fully hard. Thick. Leaking. A thin clear line of precum had already started down the shaft. She noticed. She looked at it for a long moment, then smiled and kept binding. “Not yet,” she said quietly, almost fond. “You’re going to wait. That pretty cock can drip all it wants, but you don’t get to cum until I decide. Understand? You cleaned yourself for me. You walked when I told you to. You lay down exactly the way I wanted. You’re going to keep being good while I finish locking you up.” She shifted to my legs. She pulled my ankles apart and locked a latex cuff around each one, then ran the leather straps out to the corners of the bed and tightened them. Slow. Careful. After every buckle she knelt between my spread thighs and kissed the place the latex and leather met my skin. Inner ankle. The back of my calf. The soft underside of my knee. Each kiss left glossy purple. Each suck left a hickey that pulsed hotter than the last. She moved higher still. More leather straps around my thighs, tight enough that I could feel the muscle flex against the hold. She kissed every new line. The inner thigh just above the knee. The sensitive crease where leg meets hip. The soft skin right beside where my cock rested heavy and untouched. She never touched it. She only marked the places the straps claimed. I was stretched open and completely held by the time she finished the last buckle. Wrists locked above my head in latex and leather. Chest and hips banded. Thighs spread and fixed. Ankles pulled wide. Collar warm around my throat. Everywhere the straps and cuffs touched me carried her glossy purple lipstick and the dark bloom of a hickey. My cock stood rigid between us, the head shiny, a steady drip of precum falling onto the sheets. She climbed onto the bed and settled between my legs. Her hands rested on my knees, keeping them wide. She lowered her face until her breath ghosted over my cock. Close enough that I felt the heat of her mouth. Not close enough to touch. She started kissing the soft skin of my inner thigh, right next to the leather strap. Slow open-mouthed kisses that left fresh glossy purple beside the older marks. She worked higher. Closer. The tip of her tongue almost brushed the base of my cock and then she turned her head and kissed the other side instead. I made a sound I couldn’t stop. “Shh,” she murmured against my skin. “Not yet. Look how hard you are. Look how much you’re leaking for me. You’re going to stay just like this while I decide what to do with you. You already came once in the shower thinking about this, didn’t you? I can tell. But that doesn’t count. This one is mine.” She kept teasing. Tiny kisses around the root of my cock, never on it. Along the crease of my thigh. Across the sensitive skin just beneath my balls. Every time I jerked against the straps she hummed approval and kissed a little closer, still never making contact. Precum beaded thicker at the tip and ran down in a shiny line. She watched it drip and smiled. “Such a needy boy. All locked up in latex and leather, marked with my lipstick, collar around your throat, and still trying so hard not to move. You’re doing so well for me. Keep being good. Let me hear those little sounds. They’re mine too.” Her mouth returned to my inner thigh, higher now, right where the muscle is softest. She kissed once. Twice. Then she opened her mouth and let her tongue slide out, slow and wet and deliberate. The first long lick dragged across the soft skin of my thigh, leaving a glossy trail of spit mixed with purple. She did it again, slower, higher, each pass bringing her closer to where I needed her. My cock twitched hard with every pass of that tongue. She licked higher still, the tip of her tongue tracing the crease of my thigh, then lower, circling the base of my balls without quite touching them yet. I was shaking inside the straps. She hummed against my skin, the vibration traveling straight through me. “That’s it. Let me hear you. You’re going to cum for me just like this, aren’t you? From nothing but my tongue. You’ve been waiting for this since you stepped out of the shower. Show me.” The next lick was slower than the rest. Wet. Sensual. She started at the softest part of my inner thigh and dragged upward in one continuous stroke. The tip of her tongue brushed the side of my balls at the very end of the motion. That single wet contact was all it took. My cock jerked hard once, twice, and then I was cumming without a single touch. Thick pulses spilled across my stomach. Some of it landed on the leather straps that crossed my hips. I came hard, shaking inside the bindings while her tongue stayed pressed gently against the side of my balls, holding that light contact until the last spurt left me. Only then did she ease back and press a soft kiss over the wet mark she had left. “There,” she said, voice low and pleased. “That’s what I wanted. You came so pretty for me. Good boy. Look at the mess you made. Still hard even after that. Perfect.” She didn’t unbuckle anything. She reached to the side of the bed and picked up a smooth, tapered butt plug, already slick. She held it up so I could see it, turning it slowly between her fingers. “We’re not done. You’re still going to take more for me. I cleaned you. You cleaned yourself. Now I’m going to fill you.” She settled lower between my spread thighs again. One hand rested on the inside of my knee, keeping me open. The other guided the tip of the plug against me. She circled it slowly, teasing, pressing just enough that I felt the cool slick pressure without pushing inside yet. I clenched involuntarily. She smiled and kept the pressure steady. “Relax for me. You’re going to open up and take this while you’re still dripping. I want you full when I ride you. Breathe. Let me in.” She worked the tip in with slow, patient pressure, rocking it gently until the widest part slipped past and it settled inside me. The stretch was deep and sudden. I made a broken sound against the collar. She watched my face the whole time, one hand still resting on my thigh, the other giving the base of the plug a small twist that made my oversensitive cock twitch again. “There. All the way in. Look at you, locked in leather and latex, collar on, plug stretching you open, still hard even after you just came. You’re perfect like this. You’re going to stay full for me.” She gave the plug one more slow twist, then shifted higher on the bed. Her hands moved to my hips. Even with the straps holding me open she guided me into position, lifting and adjusting my bound body with steady pressure until my hips sat exactly where she wanted them. She slid a firm pillow beneath the small of my back, angling me upward against the leather, then checked the tension on the thigh straps to keep me spread and ready. “Stay right there,” she said. “This is how I want you. You walked to the bed when I told you. You lay down when I told you. Now you’re going to stay exactly where I put you while I use you.” She swung one leg over and settled into Amazon position, knees planted outside my bound thighs, weight centered over me. She reached down, took my still-hard, still-sensitive cock in her hand, and guided the head against her. She was already wet. She sank down in one slow controlled motion until I was buried inside her completely, the plug shifting deep inside me with every inch she took. I hissed at the sudden tight heat. Everything was too much. Too raw. Too soon. The plug made every movement sharper. She planted her hands on my chest, right over the glossy purple stained leather, and started to move. Slow at first. Deep. Grinding her hips in a steady circle that kept the head of my cock pressed against the front of her while the plug pressed against me from the inside. Every downward roll dragged over the places that were still twitching from the first orgasm. I tried to twist away. The latex cuffs and leather straps held me open. She only smiled and kept riding. “Stay still,” she said, voice thicker now. “You’re going to take this for me. Feel how full you are. Feel how I’m using you. That cock is mine right now. That plug is mine. The collar is mine. You’re going to stay hard and take every second of this. You cleaned yourself for me. You walked for me. You came when I licked you. Now you’re going to hold still while I take what’s mine.” She found her rhythm. Longer strokes. Harder. Her thighs flexed as she rose and dropped, using my bound body like it belonged to her. The wet sound of her moving on me filled the quiet room. My cock stayed locked inside her, overstimulated and twitching with every thrust, the plug shifting with every bounce. I could feel the second wave building even though I had just finished. She didn’t care. She chased her own pleasure with focused, greedy rolls of her hips. “That’s it. Let me use you. You’re doing so well, staying open for me while I take what I want. Look at how deep I’m sitting on you. Feel that plug every time I drop down. You’re going to stay just like this until I’m finished. Good boy. Keep those hips where I put them.” Her first orgasm hit with a sharp breath and a full-body clench. She ground down hard, holding me deep while she came around me. The tight pulsing of her made my oversensitive cock jerk helplessly. The plug pressed harder with every pulse. I made a broken sound. She only rode through it, slower now, drawing every last flutter out of herself before she started moving again. She didn’t climb off. She simply shifted her angle, leaned forward a little more, and began the second climb. Deeper this time. More deliberate. She used the full length of me, rising high enough that the head nearly slipped free before she sank all the way back down. The friction was brutal on my raw nerves. Every stroke sent sharp sparks up my spine. The plug moved with her, deep and constant. My hips tried to buck. The straps stopped them. The collar stayed warm and present around my throat. She kept going, chasing the second orgasm with the same steady control. “One more. You��re going to give me one more. Stay hard for me. Stay full. Let me feel you twitching while I cum on this cock again. You belong right here, locked up and plugged and used. Take it. Take all of it.” When it came she dropped her weight fully onto me and rocked in tight circles, grinding the base of my cock against her while she came again. Longer this time. Stronger. Her hands pressed harder against the leather marks on my chest as the waves rolled through her. I could only lie there, fully bound in latex and leather, plug deep inside me, fully used, cock still buried inside her while she took exactly what she wanted. Only after the last tremor left her did she finally still. She stayed seated on me for a long moment, breathing evenly, looking down at the mess of glossy purple lipstick, leather, latex, spent cum, and the base of the plug still nestled between my cheeks. “Good boy,” she said softly, almost fond. “You held still for both of them. You took the plug. You stayed hard for me even when it was too much. You walked when I told you. You lay down when I told you. You came when I licked you. You’re such a good boy when I lock you up like this.” She stayed right where she was, still full of me, while the straps and cuffs kept me open and waiting beneath her.

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I stepped out of the shower still warm, water beading down my skin. I had cleaned myself thoroughly the way she liked, every inch of me rinsed and ready. The bathroom air was thick with steam. I reached for the towel and dried off slowly, careful not to rush. When I opened the door she was already waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall with that quiet, assessing look she always wore when she was about to take her time with me.

She held the latex collar in one hand, the set of leather straps and matching latex cuffs draped over her arm. Her lipstick was a glossy purple that caught the light every time she moved.

“Come here,” she said.

I walked to her. She didn’t take the towel from me. She simply reached up, took my chin between her fingers, and turned my face toward her so she could look me over. Her thumb brushed the corner of my mouth.

“You cleaned yourself for me. Good boy. Now you’re going to let me put you where I want you.”

She stepped behind me, settled the latex collar around my throat, and buckled it snug. The material was cool for a second, then warmed against my skin. The soft pressure made every breath feel claimed already. She gave the collar a small tug, testing the fit, then pressed a slow kiss to the side of my neck just above the edge, leaving the first glossy purple print.

“Walk.”

She kept one hand on the collar and guided me down the short hall toward the bedroom. Her steps were unhurried. Mine matched hers. When we reached the bed she stopped me at the edge, turned me to face her, and took the towel from my hands. She set it aside without looking at it.

“Lie down. On your back. Wrists above your head. Palms open. Knees slightly apart. Exactly the way I like you.”

I did as I was told. The sheets were cool against my still-damp skin. She stood at the foot of the mattress and looked at me for a long moment, taking in the way I had positioned myself, the collar already locked around my throat, the quiet way I waited.

“Stay quiet for me,” she said, voice low and steady. “I want to hear every little sound you make when the straps go on. Every breath. Every twitch. You’re going to give them all to me.”

She started with my left wrist. The latex cuff slid around the bone, cool and smooth at first, then warming quickly against my skin. She buckled the leather strap attached to it, pulling until it was snug. Then she bent low and pressed her mouth right over the edge of the cuff. Soft lips. A slow open kiss that left a perfect glossy purple print on the black latex and on the skin just above it. She sucked gently until a dark circle of pressure bloomed underneath. I felt the heat of the mark already.

She moved to the right wrist the same way. Latex cuff. Leather strap. Kiss. Hickey. Each time her mouth lingered longer. The glossy purple lipstick smeared across the shiny surface of the cuff. By the time both wrists were locked together above my head I could feel the first real restriction.

She ran her fingers down the inside of my forearm, nails dragging lightly. “Look at that. Already breathing faster for me. Such a good boy, staying still while I lock you up piece by piece. You love this, don’t you? Feeling the leather take you. Feeling the collar remind you who you belong to right now.”

She worked the next leather strap across my upper chest. Wide bands of leather crossed my ribs and pinned my arms in place. Every time a new length settled against me she paused. She kissed the exact spot where the leather met skin, dragging her lower lip along the edge so the glossy purple left a wet trail. Then she closed her mouth and sucked until a fresh hickey formed. I could feel each one taking shape, a bright slow ache that made my cock twitch against nothing.

She kept going lower. Another wide leather strap around my midsection. She pulled it firm enough that I felt my breath change. After every buckle she leaned in and kissed the place the leather pressed into me. The soft skin just below my ribs. The center of my stomach. The sensitive line above my hip. Glossy purple lipstick stained the dark leather in long shiny streaks. Hickeys darkened in a slow pattern that followed every restraint.

By the time the straps reached my lower belly I was fully hard. Thick. Leaking. A thin clear line of precum had already started down the shaft. She noticed. She looked at it for a long moment, then smiled and kept binding.

“Not yet,” she said quietly, almost fond. “You’re going to wait. That pretty cock can drip all it wants, but you don’t get to cum until I decide. Understand? You cleaned yourself for me. You walked when I told you to. You lay down exactly the way I wanted. You’re going to keep being good while I finish locking you up.”

She shifted to my legs. She pulled my ankles apart and locked a latex cuff around each one, then ran the leather straps out to the corners of the bed and tightened them. Slow. Careful. After every buckle she knelt between my spread thighs and kissed the place the latex and leather met my skin. Inner ankle. The back of my calf. The soft underside of my knee. Each kiss left glossy purple. Each suck left a hickey that pulsed hotter than the last.

She moved higher still. More leather straps around my thighs, tight enough that I could feel the muscle flex against the hold. She kissed every new line. The inner thigh just above the knee. The sensitive crease where leg meets hip. The soft skin right beside where my cock rested heavy and untouched. She never touched it. She only marked the places the straps claimed.

I was stretched open and completely held by the time she finished the last buckle. Wrists locked above my head in latex and leather. Chest and hips banded. Thighs spread and fixed. Ankles pulled wide. Collar warm around my throat. Everywhere the straps and cuffs touched me carried her glossy purple lipstick and the dark bloom of a hickey. My cock stood rigid between us, the head shiny, a steady drip of precum falling onto the sheets.

She climbed onto the bed and settled between my legs. Her hands rested on my knees, keeping them wide. She lowered her face until her breath ghosted over my cock. Close enough that I felt the heat of her mouth. Not close enough to touch.

She started kissing the soft skin of my inner thigh, right next to the leather strap. Slow open-mouthed kisses that left fresh glossy purple beside the older marks. She worked higher. Closer. The tip of her tongue almost brushed the base of my cock and then she turned her head and kissed the other side instead.
I made a sound I couldn’t stop.

“Shh,” she murmured against my skin. “Not yet. Look how hard you are. Look how much you’re leaking for me. You’re going to stay just like this while I decide what to do with you. You already came once in the shower thinking about this, didn’t you? I can tell. But that doesn’t count. This one is mine.”

She kept teasing. Tiny kisses around the root of my cock, never on it. Along the crease of my thigh. Across the sensitive skin just beneath my balls. Every time I jerked against the straps she hummed approval and kissed a little closer, still never making contact. Precum beaded thicker at the tip and ran down in a shiny line. She watched it drip and smiled.

“Such a needy boy. All locked up in latex and leather, marked with my lipstick, collar around your throat, and still trying so hard not to move. You’re doing so well for me. Keep being good. Let me hear those little sounds. They’re mine too.”

Her mouth returned to my inner thigh, higher now, right where the muscle is softest. She kissed once. Twice. Then she opened her mouth and let her tongue slide out, slow and wet and deliberate. The first long lick dragged across the soft skin of my thigh, leaving a glossy trail of spit mixed with purple. She did it again, slower, higher, each pass bringing her closer to where I needed her. My cock twitched hard with every pass of that tongue.

She licked higher still, the tip of her tongue tracing the crease of my thigh, then lower, circling the base of my balls without quite touching them yet. I was shaking inside the straps. She hummed against my skin, the vibration traveling straight through me.

“That’s it. Let me hear you. You’re going to cum for me just like this, aren’t you? From nothing but my tongue. You’ve been waiting for this since you stepped out of the shower. Show me.”

The next lick was slower than the rest. Wet. Sensual. She started at the softest part of my inner thigh and dragged upward in one continuous stroke. The tip of her tongue brushed the side of my balls at the very end of the motion.

That single wet contact was all it took.

My cock jerked hard once, twice, and then I was cumming without a single touch. Thick pulses spilled across my stomach. Some of it landed on the leather straps that crossed my hips. I came hard, shaking inside the bindings while her tongue stayed pressed gently against the side of my balls, holding that light contact until the last spurt left me. Only then did she ease back and press a soft kiss over the wet mark she had left.

“There,” she said, voice low and pleased. “That’s what I wanted. You came so pretty for me. Good boy. Look at the mess you made. Still hard even after that. Perfect.”
She didn’t unbuckle anything. She reached to the side of the bed and picked up a smooth, tapered butt plug, already slick. She held it up so I could see it, turning it slowly between her fingers.

“We’re not done. You’re still going to take more for me. I cleaned you. You cleaned yourself. Now I’m going to fill you.”

She settled lower between my spread thighs again. One hand rested on the inside of my knee, keeping me open. The other guided the tip of the plug against me. She circled it slowly, teasing, pressing just enough that I felt the cool slick pressure without pushing inside yet. I clenched involuntarily. She smiled and kept the pressure steady.

“Relax for me. You’re going to open up and take this while you’re still dripping. I want you full when I ride you. Breathe. Let me in.”

She worked the tip in with slow, patient pressure, rocking it gently until the widest part slipped past and it settled inside me. The stretch was deep and sudden. I made a broken sound against the collar. She watched my face the whole time, one hand still resting on my thigh, the other giving the base of the plug a small twist that made my oversensitive cock twitch again.

“There. All the way in. Look at you, locked in leather and latex, collar on, plug stretching you open, still hard even after you just came. You’re perfect like this. You’re going to stay full for me.”

She gave the plug one more slow twist, then shifted higher on the bed. Her hands moved to my hips. Even with the straps holding me open she guided me into position, lifting and adjusting my bound body with steady pressure until my hips sat exactly where she wanted them. She slid a firm pillow beneath the small of my back, angling me upward against the leather, then checked the tension on the thigh straps to keep me spread and ready.

“Stay right there,” she said. “This is how I want you. You walked to the bed when I told you. You lay down when I told you. Now you’re going to stay exactly where I put you while I use you.”

She swung one leg over and settled into Amazon position, knees planted outside my bound thighs, weight centered over me. She reached down, took my still-hard, still-sensitive cock in her hand, and guided the head against her. She was already wet. She sank down in one slow controlled motion until I was buried inside her completely, the plug shifting deep inside me with every inch she took.

I hissed at the sudden tight heat. Everything was too much. Too raw. Too soon. The plug made every movement sharper.

She planted her hands on my chest, right over the glossy purple stained leather, and started to move. Slow at first. Deep. Grinding her hips in a steady circle that kept the head of my cock pressed against the front of her while the plug pressed against me from the inside. Every downward roll dragged over the places that were still twitching from the first orgasm. I tried to twist away. The latex cuffs and leather straps held me open. She only smiled and kept riding.

“Stay still,” she said, voice thicker now. “You’re going to take this for me. Feel how full you are. Feel how I’m using you. That cock is mine right now. That plug is mine. The collar is mine. You’re going to stay hard and take every second of this. You cleaned yourself for me. You walked for me. You came when I licked you. Now you’re going to hold still while I take what’s mine.”

She found her rhythm. Longer strokes. Harder. Her thighs flexed as she rose and dropped, using my bound body like it belonged to her. The wet sound of her moving on me filled the quiet room. My cock stayed locked inside her, overstimulated and twitching with every thrust, the plug shifting with every bounce. I could feel the second wave building even though I had just finished. She didn’t care. She chased her own pleasure with focused, greedy rolls of her hips.

“That’s it. Let me use you. You’re doing so well, staying open for me while I take what I want. Look at how deep I’m sitting on you. Feel that plug every time I drop down. You’re going to stay just like this until I’m finished. Good boy. Keep those hips where I put them.”

Her first orgasm hit with a sharp breath and a full-body clench. She ground down hard, holding me deep while she came around me. The tight pulsing of her made my oversensitive cock jerk helplessly. The plug pressed harder with every pulse. I made a broken sound. She only rode through it, slower now, drawing every last flutter out of herself before she started moving again.

She didn’t climb off. She simply shifted her angle, leaned forward a little more, and began the second climb. Deeper this time. More deliberate. She used the full length of me, rising high enough that the head nearly slipped free before she sank all the way back down. The friction was brutal on my raw nerves. Every stroke sent sharp sparks up my spine. The plug moved with her, deep and constant. My hips tried to buck. The straps stopped them. The collar stayed warm and present around my throat. She kept going, chasing the second orgasm with the same steady control.

“One more. You��re going to give me one more. Stay hard for me. Stay full. Let me feel you twitching while I cum on this cock again. You belong right here, locked up and plugged and used. Take it. Take all of it.”

When it came she dropped her weight fully onto me and rocked in tight circles, grinding the base of my cock against her while she came again. Longer this time. Stronger. Her hands pressed harder against the leather marks on my chest as the waves rolled through her. I could only lie there, fully bound in latex and leather, plug deep inside me, fully used, cock still buried inside her while she took exactly what she wanted.

Only after the last tremor left her did she finally still. She stayed seated on me for a long moment, breathing evenly, looking down at the mess of glossy purple lipstick, leather, latex, spent cum, and the base of the plug still nestled between my cheeks.

“Good boy,” she said softly, almost fond. “You held still for both of them. You took the plug. You stayed hard for me even when it was too much. You walked when I told you. You lay down when I told you. You came when I licked you. You’re such a good boy when I lock you up like this.”

She stayed right where she was, still full of me, while the straps and cuffs kept me open and waiting beneath her.

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5 days ago

grinding on my pretty toy just so i can feel him get hard, but i keep going until he makes a mess in his boxers hehe

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5 days ago

I love them

Vivian @suchnerve

5 days ago

Sorry for the explicit tweets!! I’ve been living it up lately and felt like relaying a few of the more entertaining details

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Vivian @suchnerve

5 days ago

Am I allowed to say as a straight woman that I height-difference femdommed a small bi twink till he was whimpering in my arms and writhing around on my lap and begging me extra pathetically to please please pleeeeease reach around into his briefs and just touch it already

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@Goon_mommy65

7 days ago

Men only really yearn for one thing… and honestly, it’s completely understandable. 💕

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puppy @submissivetw

7 days ago

https://t.co/F8lFdOhKjR

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puppy @submissivetw

11 days ago

three phrases every man MUST learn: 1. Yes Mommy 2. Please Mommy 3. Thank you Mommy

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I just like women who are dominant over me

mom @momsmentioned

11 days ago

You wouldn’t believe how often people pull this

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@lovemommymaya

11 days ago

poor puppy humping mommy's boobs so desperately~ such a needy little boy for mama, aren't you? ♡ that's okay baby, empty those swollen pent up balls all over my big fat porn tits ♡ don't they look so pretty covered in your creamy cum? ♡♡ #nsfwtwtًً #nsfwtwt #femdom #mommy #findom #session #selling #paypig #menu

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