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Miriam "Midge" Maisel ([personal profile] doesntsing) wrote2027-11-05 11:15 am
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[personal profile] treblemaking 2025-09-20 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] treblemaking 2025-09-20 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] treblemaking 2025-09-20 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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tbf her having a libido to match his is what helps him consider monogamy

[personal profile] treblemaking 2025-09-20 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Good, because my underwear is starting to tighten. How many fingers, darling? Two, three? Would you be ablento take my whole hand?
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if she takes care of his needs, yes she can!

[personal profile] treblemaking 2025-09-20 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Three fingers for my lady, then. Go ahead and moan - is it not thrilling that they may hear you? The chance of getting caught?

I'm strocking myself over my underwear and burying my face in the pillow, pretending it's your chest.
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[personal profile] treblemaking 2025-09-20 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
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.