I was so hungry for you, I would've kidnapped you to the fucking roof, fucked you with my tongue right under the stars. You could be as loud as you want because the noise of the city nightlife would provide cover.
I would sit against the wall and you can stand above me, pushing your cunt into my mouth, desperately thrusting to pursue your pleasure, your hand on my hair to guide me into the right spot. You taste even more divine when you take control.
He doesn't mention his cock yet in case this fucking hangover decides to screw him over.
Alright, his cock is definitely waking up after that.
Fuck, yes. Take what you want, darling. Drown me in your pleasure, stain my collar with your honey. Touch your wonderful tits while you ride me, because my hands are holding down your thighs around my ears. All my senses are numbed by you - it's intoxicating.
I love how all of their texting eventually turns into sexting
Be low, if you wish, but tell me how it feels at the very least. Like the idea of fucking your dressing room while a crowd awaits at the table. Is it not the sweetest thrill? We are on the roof, mayhaps a nosy neighbor can see us from a window across the street.
I did. I love making you my canvas. You are an instrument that I play with the dirtiest gusto.
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He doesn't mention his cock yet in case this fucking hangover decides to screw him over.
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I want you so badly right now that I don’t think I’d be able to control myself at all. What if I pushed you down and rode your face?
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Fuck, yes. Take what you want, darling. Drown me in your pleasure, stain my collar with your honey. Touch your wonderful tits while you ride me, because my hands are holding down your thighs around my ears. All my senses are numbed by you - it's intoxicating.
I love how all of their texting eventually turns into sexting
tbf her having a libido to match his is what helps him consider monogamy
she feels like she could keep him satisfied
I’m rubbing myself now, stroking my clit back and forth and trying not to moan out loud.
if she takes care of his needs, yes she can!
I'm strocking myself over my underwear and burying my face in the pillow, pretending it's your chest.
she will need to work up to it, but she will
Pretending it’s my breasts? You left so many marks on them last time.
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I did. I love making you my canvas. You are an instrument that I play with the dirtiest gusto.
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I like when you mark me, claim me as your own.