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dommes outside of sexxxx <333
“did you eat today? send me pictures.”
“take a sweater it’s cold.”
“in bed early tonight hm?”
“drive careful please.”
“make sure you drink your water today.”
“follow the rules today.”
“be a good girl.”
bigger whore online 🤝🏻 shy and terrified of people in person
tell me im yours while you're fucking me into the mattress
tell me im yours while you're kissing me with so much tongue i moan with how wet it sounds
tell me im yours while your hands grip my waist so tight that they leave bruises
tell me im yours while your teeth bite into my neck
tell me im yours while you tell me how pretty i am when i take your strap or fingers in so well
tell me im yours while i make all the broken sounds for you
tell me im yours while you blame me for how feral i make you
tell me im yours while i cum for you, so much, repeatedly
tell me im yours while i cry from all the stimulation
tell me im yours while you tell me that i can take it, bc i always do
tell me im yours while you kiss down my body, gently, softly, bc i deserve it, after being so good for you
tell me im yours while you gather me in your arms and press your lips to everywhere you can reach while i slowly catch back my breath
tell me im yours bc maybe i want to be.
Distance sucks wym we can't merge souls and be near each other all the time forever
how to talk to her without getting flustered? asking for a friend... ha... yeah....
If you really think I'm being mean, little dove, what's that wet spot on your underwear?
Your body is craving mommy's touch, telling me exactly where you need my fingers. How sweet. But I want you to be a good doll for me and use your words <3
pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls
I want you ruined. I want you wrecked. I want you so fucked out and gone that the only thing left in your pretty little head is me.
Oversized shirts and panties as pjs 🫱🏻🫲🏼 me
hehe.
"Yeah? You want your legs over my shoulders while I have you by the neck, only applying pressure when I fuck you harder. Watching your eyes roll back from me using you like a pathetic little toy."
MMPHHMHPMMGODYESFUCKINGPLEASE 🤭
when is it my turn.
There’s something intoxicating about bringing you into spaces where others can see exactly how you bloom under my attention. The way your posture shifts the moment we enter the room, just a touch more careful, more composed. You try so hard to behave, to be good, to represent what we are with grace, and I adore that about you.
But you can’t help it, can you, my sweet girl? The moment my hand brushes the small of your back, the moment I guide you to sit beside me, your entire body goes quiet. Alert. Hungry. Just the softest kind of needy. I feel it in the way you glance at me for reassurance, the way your hands fold in your lap like you know they belong there.
And I can’t help but indulge in that. In you. Especially when we’re surrounded by other Dominants who recognize the signs, who know exactly what they’re seeing when they look at you and watch the way you respond to my smallest touch.
“Mmm, look at you,” I murmur, as my hand lightly caress your waist. “Squirming already... Are you nervous, sweetheart?”
You try to shake your head, but I see the truth written across your face, so I let a slow, indulgent smile curl at my lips.
“Oh, my best girl always gets a little shy when she knows she’s being watched. Don’t you?” I lower my voice, leaning in close enough that only you can hear. “Especially when you’re sitting so pretty beside Mommy, being such a good little girl for me.”
You make a flustered sound and I give you one last smile before I slip into conversation with my friends, discussing nothing of consequence. Just letting them talk while I trace idle circles on your thigh with my fingertips. Just barely enough to be noticeable. Just enough to make you wonder if they can see how stiffly you’re sitting, how tightly you’re pressing your legs together.
When you shift, I glance at you. “Oh? Can’t sit still, baby?” I say, louder this time, for the table. “I swear, this one’s always like this. Such a needy little thing.”
Their laughter is polite, but I feel your breath hitch.
“Now, now…” I say gently, cupping your chin between my fingers and turning your face toward me. “None of that pouting. You know how I feel about sulky girls. So why don't you be good for Mommy and sit prettily while I talk, and maybe I’ll reward you later.”
My thumb strokes your lower lip. You shiver, just like I knew you would. “There we go. That’s my good girl.”
You drop your eyes. Submissive. Silent. Glowing.
“You love this, don’t you?” I whisper with a smile against your temple. “The way they watch you when I touch you. When I speak to you like you’re mine—because you are. And you love that they know it.”
Your eyes flicker over at me, wide and guilty, and I catch the tiniest sound in your throat. My smile deepens.
“Oh, sweetheart. You think you’re hiding it, but you’re not.” I chuckle softly. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?”
You freeze. The answer’s written all over your face.
“Aww, poor thing,” I coo, brushing your hair back behind your ear. “So worked up and we’ve barely even started. Does it make you ache? Sitting here so close to me, being talked about like a pretty little prize?”
I lean in again, letting my lips ghost over your ear. “I could tell them how good you are on your knees. Would you like that?” I tease. “Should I let them know how obedient you get when I have you all to myself?”
You shake your head, eyes pleading, but you can’t hide that flutter of need in your lashes, as you let out a breathy. “No mommy, please...”
“No?” I smirk, lips brushing your cheek. “Then be still for me, baby. Be good. You can do that, can’t you?”
You nod. So precious. So eager.
Later, when I notice that trembling has taken over your posture entirely, I gently reach over and swipe my thumb along your lip, catching the moisture that shines at the corner of your lips. You didn’t even notice. You’re so far gone.
One of my friends raises an eyebrow. “She okay?”
I smile wickedly, but my hand is soft as I caress your cheek.
“Oh, she’s perfectly fine. Just a little floaty tonight. She gets like this when she feels safe… or when she’s dripping through her panties and doesn’t want anyone to know.”
You squirm, and I feel the heat flood off you. God, you’re so easy to rile up, and it just makes me want to keep going. Especially as you release something between a whine and a moan.
“What did I say about pouting, baby?” I tut, before continuing with an indulgent coo, “and you know I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true.”
Your eyes flicker with half defiance, half surrender. Before you hide your face against my neck and whine. “Mommy.”
So I say loud enough for the table to hear: “She’s the sweetest little thing, really. So well-behaved… most of the time.”
A little laugh rolls through the group, and you look up from your hiding place like you want to melt into the chair. But I tuck you close to me again, wrap an arm around your shoulders and press a kiss to your temple.
“Just breathe, darling. Let them see how adored you are.”
And I know, from the way your body leans into mine, the way your fingers curl into your lap, the way you exhale that trembling breath…
You love it. You crave it. And when we get home I will make you scream into my sheets, because you're my best girl after all.
Chappell roan really spoke to me when she said "Order up, i'm hot to go"
in the most dirty disgusting lesbian way possible, please stuff me full and breed me until I'm crying!
fuck you marvel and all your friends and family too
oml. begging. hands. and. knees.
I love the sweet in-between.
When your body is jolting forward with every deep, punishing thrust, the headboard slamming in rhythm against the wall. Your breath comes in choked, stuttering gasps, and I can see your arms trembling from holding on.
But my voice?
Oh, it’s as soft as a caress. Honeyed. Sweet. Soothing. Like I’m whispering bedtime stories while I’m fucking the thoughts out of your pretty little head.
“Oh, baby… are you fussing again?” I coo gently as I thrust harder, sharp and deep. “You’re squirming so much… does it feel too good?”
You cry out, high and broken, but you don’t answer. So, I press my hand to the small of your back, guiding your arch just a little deeper, the angle cruel in how perfectly it hits you.
“Shh, it’s okay,” I hushes you, “just let it happen, sweetheart.”
Your body jerks again as I drive into you, relentless. Your fingers claw at the sheets, your moans spilling into whines, into pleads, into nothing coherent.
And I just smile.
“You’re doing so good for Mommy,” I whisper like it’s a secret. “Taking me so well. I knew you would.”
You try to lift your head, maybe to speak, but my hand tangles gently in your hair and presses your cheek back down to the pillow, slow. Loving. Uncompromising.
“Don’t think, baby.” Another deep thrust. “You don’t have to think at all. Let Mommy do the thinking for you.”
You sob into the sheets and I kiss your shoulder, so tenderly it’s almost cruel.
“That’s my good girl,” I breathe. “So sensitive. So full.”
My pace doesn’t let up. I watch your thighs tremble, your back shine with sweat, your poor, ruined pussy sucking the strap back in every time I pull out.
And still I whisper.
“You're my favorite thing to come home to.” “You sound so pretty when you cry.” “I’ll take care of you after, I promise… just a little longer, okay?”
You break around me, body tensing, voice gone, pleasure ripping through you in a wave you couldn’t stop if you tried.
And I moan softly, lovingly.
“There you go, baby… that’s it. That’s what Mommy wanted.”
I love the sweet in-between.
When your body is jolting forward with every deep, punishing thrust, the headboard slamming in rhythm against the wall. Your breath comes in choked, stuttering gasps, and I can see your arms trembling from holding on.
But my voice?
Oh, it’s as soft as a caress. Honeyed. Sweet. Soothing. Like I’m whispering bedtime stories while I’m fucking the thoughts out of your pretty little head.
“Oh, baby… are you fussing again?” I coo gently as I thrust harder, sharp and deep. “You’re squirming so much… does it feel too good?”
You cry out, high and broken, but you don’t answer. So, I press my hand to the small of your back, guiding your arch just a little deeper, the angle cruel in how perfectly it hits you.
“Shh, it’s okay,” I hushes you, “just let it happen, sweetheart.”
Your body jerks again as I drive into you, relentless. Your fingers claw at the sheets, your moans spilling into whines, into pleads, into nothing coherent.
And I just smile.
“You’re doing so good for Mommy,” I whisper like it’s a secret. “Taking me so well. I knew you would.”
You try to lift your head, maybe to speak, but my hand tangles gently in your hair and presses your cheek back down to the pillow, slow. Loving. Uncompromising.
“Don’t think, baby.” Another deep thrust. “You don’t have to think at all. Let Mommy do the thinking for you.”
You sob into the sheets and I kiss your shoulder, so tenderly it’s almost cruel.
“That’s my good girl,” I breathe. “So sensitive. So full.”
My pace doesn’t let up. I watch your thighs tremble, your back shine with sweat, your poor, ruined pussy sucking the strap back in every time I pull out.
And still I whisper.
“You're my favorite thing to come home to.” “You sound so pretty when you cry.” “I’ll take care of you after, I promise… just a little longer, okay?”
You break around me, body tensing, voice gone, pleasure ripping through you in a wave you couldn’t stop if you tried.
And I moan softly, lovingly.
“There you go, baby… that’s it. That’s what Mommy wanted.”
“I’m sorry I came without permission, I just couldn’t take it anymore” sub and “It’s okay sweetie now I’m just going to have to fuck your cute little cunt and milk every last drop of cum out of you until all you can do is twitch and squeak” dom
girl that says ''ohh i knoww babyyy'' as shes slowly breaking me with her fingers. pushing that spot so good i cant see straight, or speak. stroking my teary face with her other hand. (please)
lil miss gets wet at the slightest hint of sexual innuendo
Being forced to cum repeatedly, on a strap, with a hand around my throat, would cure everything wrong with me I fear
pls pls pls
“can you take it?” 10/10
“you can take it.” 11/10
“fucking take it.” ♾️/10
explain things to me like im dumb while i warm your strap < 3333
Do I wanna get pregnant?? Fuck no.
Do I want you to fill me over and over with your strap till I'm dripping with your cum just to make sure you're breeding me well? Yes, please, please, please.
This post is about lesbian sex, men and minors dni
omg why is it SO HARD for the universe to just find me a girlfriend????? like I could literally be sloppy kissing a hot woman while riding her thigh with her hand under my shirt right now, but im just NOT??????? instead I'm alone in my room unloved like every other day????? fuck everything.
sigh.
hot lesbian who calls me princess, when???
"i like your eyes" okay so you're imagining me on my knees looking up at you while you have your fingers in my mouth? got it
men and minors dni
"Atta girl" ok ig im on my knees now.
lets sleep naked together and first one to wake up uses the other person 🤭
Natasha Romanoff + riding bikes.
@mcuchallenge year of celebrations: March 8th - Happy International women´s day! 💋
not even a fucking joke when your anxiety comes with feeling like youre about to throw up in public… it’s like your body telling you to keep it under control or else it’ll make your anxiety EVERYONE’s problem
just messy af
everyone says love your body but does my body love me… 😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒 #toxic