You may think that you’re in charge, but you’re not. It can be over in a single breath from me. I hold the power, and you’re just captivated by the salacious words of the very whore you’ve put in her place.
Break me so that your name is the only thing on my lips, a prayer repeated over and over. Like a mantra. Cried out like a litany, begging for salvation.
I want you to consume me, wholly. Head to toe, top to bottom. Fill my nose with your scent, cover my face with your kisses. Tangle your hands in my hair and grip them around my waist. Fill my holes until I forget what it feels like to be empty. Claim me, make me yours.
Use me as warm place to relieve all your stress. Come home in a fit of rage, bend me over, and pump me full of your release. Take all that energy out on me, like I’m your pretty little punching bag
sub x sub but it’s just us dry humping, clothes barely hanging on and whimpering into sloppy kisses. Drool stringing to connect our lips when we pause for breaths… it’d be even better if I make you cum in your pants too
All I can think about right now is how fucking bad I want to lick his happy trail and bury my nose in his bush while his cock is shoved all the way down my throat.
Thinking about a sub top that can’t hold back and starts crying more and more the harder he pounds into me, blabbering “thank you so much baby” between sniffles and whimpers.
I need you to cum all over my face so I can take a selfie and set it as your wallpaper. It’d be a nice little reminder in your pocket of what’s waiting for you at home.
Carve your name into my skin, leave it all red and pretty. Mark me as your property just in case I escape, so they know where to return me to.
Not that I’d never dream of running away… but it’s good to have an insurance policy right? 🖤