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bonewreath · 8 days

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overstim with sub!ellie ⋅⋆⁺𐚁♡ও⁺⋆⋅

“i c-can’t!” she whines desperately as you try to draw out of her the fourth orgasm of the night.

“yes, you can, baby. just give me this one and then we are done.” you coo while sucking harshly on her neck. adorning her soft, pale skin with red and purple love marks. all while pressing the vibrator right on her sensitive clit.

god, she’s so adorable. brows furrowed, lips pouting, green eyes glossy, cheeks flushed and the symphony created by her pretty little sounds is nothing short of perfect.

you turn up the setting to the highest level and she lets out a cry. a single tear rolls down her freckled face. she’s so fucked out, you could swear she can’t take it anymore. the truth is she loves it when you do this to her. but ellie being ellie, she’d never admit it.

“aww, are you crying?” you mock and she rolls her eyes at you. even in this state, she’s too proud to admit just how much power you have over her.

“shut up,” she says.

“watch the attitude, els.” you warn, pressing harder on her clit.

“nghhh, shut the- mmph- fuck up!”

you slap her soft, tear-stained cheek. with no time to even process it, all she does in return is moan. the pain doing nothing but enhancing the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.

“oh, you liked that, huh? god, your are such a slut, els.” you tease with a smirk plastered on your face.

“i’m- fuck- sorry, mommy,” she pants. broken breaths trying to form a proper sentence.

you start to noticing her chest rising and falling faster, her sounds getting louder. you know she’s close.

“fuck fuck fuck- i’m gonna cum!”

“mhm? cum for me, princess.”

the knot in her lower stomach finally snaps and you take it all in. the way her back arches, the way her legs close with a shake, they way she bites her rosy lip trying to be quieter but ends up letting out the sound anyway, the way her eyes roll to the back of her head. she cums so. fucking. hard. what a fucking sight.

once she comes down from her high she looks like the prettiest mess you’ve ever seen.

you tuck loose and disheveled hairs behind her ears, kissing her cheek and tracing soft circles with your fingers on her skin.

“you did so good for me, pretty girl. ‘m so proud.” your sweet voice whispers to her.

“fuck, that was intense.” she pants and you giggle.

“i know,” you say, “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

“mkay,” she responds, her voice raspy and sleepy, “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.”

BOYCOTT TLOU DAILY CLICK

a/n: i feel sick from how bad this is lmfao. trust i will get better when i start writing consistently again

#HOWLING #kira recs

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bonewreath · 8 days

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abby anderson is a moaner. that woman is fucking you stupid from behind and ALL UP in your ear breathing heavy and telling how you're so warm and tight like this bitch isn't fucking you with a strap-on rn... she's definitely a praiser (or maybe she isn't and i'm just projecting.) AAAAGGHHHH SHE'S FUCKING BREATHUNG IN BETWEEN TELLING YOU HOW GOOD YOU'RE TAKING HER STRAP FUCK I'M GONNA BUST

#correct #also me and her….

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bonewreath · 10 days

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lawyer!abby always has her hand gripping your thigh— no matter where you are, she loves to have a hand on you, her way of knowing you’re safe. occasionally sliding it between your legs at the wrong times when she looks around to find you talking to someone she works with. nodding along to whatever they were talking about with you, biting her lip to hold in the laughs she wanted to let out when you start squirming on the chair beside her, trying to push her hand away when her fingers started brushing against your skin, inching higher and higher the longer you’re in conversation. knowing you won’t be able to focus on what her co-workers are talking about when you’ve got her hand, or hands, on you. loving her effect on you especially when she leans over, her pine body wash filling your nose, and you feel the smirk forming her lips when she brushes them against your ear. and her fingers ghostly graze your cunt, the sharp breath you sucked in had her finally chuckling deeply yet quietly in your ear. “that’s it, keep talking and let me touch you, yeah?”

#yeah 😵‍💫

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bonewreath · 12 days

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Hi! So I’m a little new to your page, and I just read your Ellie accidentally sending a vid fic (both parts) and omfg..

wow it’s stunning.

I read part 1 and then I was like.. omfg there’s a part 2??😫

(and then I read the last line of part 2 and was like OMFG.. need a part 3)

but either way, I just wanted to say that you’ve stunned me so..

thanks babe😭🫶

hi babydoll!! omg, thank you so much :’)) i’m so glad you enjoyed the fics!

maybe one day i’ll surprise you all and cook up a third part? who knows… <3

#ty for the kind words cutie #needed them on this monday morning as i fight for my lifeeeee #kira answers

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bonewreath · 15 days

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vampire!ellie fucking you in front of a mirror... ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

cw: vampire!ellie, mirror sex, oral + fingering (r!receiving), blood sucking, degradation, slight dacryphilia, i'm sleep deprived

18+ smut drabble !! minors do not interact please !!!

outside it’s dark, inside, nothing but flickering candlelight to illuminate your jerky movements and incessant writhing. the mirror catches your every little movement, how your back arches and your arms tremble in holding yourself up, sitting on the edge of the bed.

what the mirror doesn’t catch is her. ellie, knelt between your legs. her tongue slides through the folds of your pussy, dripping spit onto your swollen clit tauntingly.

her impurity hides her reflection. the silver mirror is too effective against unholy forces, and thus she can’t be seen. you choose not to stare into your lonely reflection, instead looking down at the vampire’s hard gaze. she elicits soft mewling from your lips as she slurps and laps at you, tongue thrusting in and out of you and pulling strings of arousal and saliva with her. ellie’s hands are strong, pushing your thighs apart so wide.

pulling away briefly, ellie replaces her tongue by sliding her fingers into you all too easily. you quiver as her mouth latches onto your neck. she’s leaving light kisses on already sucked and bitten skin, but you know what it means. her thirst is getting the best of her, and she has to satiate herself.

“stop fuckin’ looking at me,” ellie demands, her free hand pressing a bruising grip into your jaw as she focuses your vision toward the mirror. “just watch yourself, and think about what you’re doing, slutting yourself out to me.”

the reflection is sinful. absent in the mirror are ellie’s slender fingers fucking you. all that can be seen is the way your hole stretches and clenches around them, dripping with lewd essence. it’s rough and fast and you can barely keep up, legs shaking with the anticipation of ellie’s bite, and the way you’re fast approaching the edge of pleasure.

and when it finally comes, sharp fangs sinking into the invitingly soft skin of your neck, you arch your back and let out a whine downright pornographic in nature. ellie doesn’t focus on your peak of pleasure, nor your tears, or the way you gush all over her fingers. she only focuses on the novelty of your saccharine blood which she can’t stop drinking. a selfish pursuit of satisfaction for her bloodthirsty urges.

she doesn’t stop, not until she’s full, and you’re weak and overstimulated.

#oh jesus christ this is so hot #the mirror just reflecting reader and not ellie….goodnight #kira recs

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bonewreath · 16 days

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Honestly, GeekSquad! Ellie

GeekSquad! Ellie who’s really got nothing going on for her other than updating her LinkedIn picture here and there, alternating between her college ID photo and a the default flower.

GeekSquad! Ellie who spends her days sitting in uncomfortable swivel chairs, and having to tiredly explain over and over again to elderly women that the promotional sign outside does NOT mean ‘hand in your old phones and get free smart ones!’

‘No ma’am, we don’t take Nokias.’

‘But the sign said give one, get one free!’

GeekSquad! Ellie who’s eyes squint in confusion when she sees you enter from the slide doors, arms crossed as you curiously look around for any standby employees. She doesn’t really ever see hot girls at her location.

GeekSquad! Ellie who practically knocks over some USB stand in her pursuit of getting to you first, which is uncommon since she’s all the way in the back.

GeekSquad! Ellie who notices your pursed lips and teary eyes as you show her your broken laptop.

GeekSquad! Ellie who takes you over to the little stand-by bar, setting your device down, which, let’s be honest, was a lost cause from the start.

‘W-will you be able to fix it? I have my senior thesis on there!’ You practically choke up, the mere thought of months of hard work going down the drain making you tremble.

GeekSquad! Ellie who’s suppose to give you the generic capitalistic answering of, ‘Well, you can always make a membership with us and get 20% off a future purch—

“I’ll fix it.”

GeekSquad! Ellie who’s now being held in a warm embrace by you, your tears now soaking her blue polo workshirt. It’s bad enough you’re pretty, but a pretty crier?

“Thank you so much! God, you don’t even know how much trouble you’ve saved me!” You stumble over words, disoriented as you begin to let go of the lanky girl.

GeekSquad! Ellie who waves a hand in dismissal, scoffing as she leans on the counter, “That thing? Pfft, i’ve done harder things.”

GeekSquad! Ellie who’s lied, and has likely lied to also get this job—but that’s beyond things!

“I just,” You say breathlessly, looking around, “I went to the other branch? Downtown? They said it was over!” You whisper to her, all doe eyed, “you really are amazing.”

GeekSquad! Ellie who blankly stares down at you, she’s always had a thing for frazzled girls such as yourself; the ones who just say the very shit Ellie only watches in cheesy movies.

‘Right..guess you’re in-luck you came here?” She probes, typing your name and number into the system to get you all checked in for an appointment.

‘So lucky.’

GeekSquad! Ellie who after her shift, goes home and makes a bee-line for her room, slamming it shut and shedding her clothes, needing to fuck herself to you while the interaction is still fresh, and the night is still young.

‘S-she said she’s—mm, lucky! f-for me..’ She whimpers, pumping 2 fingers in her drenched pussy, and her other hand busying her perky tits. Her eyes are furrowed, and her teeth threaten to break the skin of her lips from the way she’s biting them; Her messy cunt squelches from the speed she’s going at, cum trailing down her thighs in a sluggish matter.

GeekSquad! Ellie who switches on over to her tummy, raising her ass up as she relentlessly slaps at her swollen pearl through her plethora of orgasms— she thinks you’d do it like this, giving yourself something to cry about. It makes sense to her. She wants to practice on herself to perfect it for you.

GeekSquad! Ellie who, once tired out, realizes how fucked up this just is. I mean, she’s so..perverse. So nasty.. so..so..

so GeekSquad! Ellie

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bonewreath · 18 days

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thinking about dom!abby making you work for it. —18+ only

maybe you had an attitude, maybe she’s just feeling mean. either way, she’ll have you practically in tears by the end of the night. one, two, three orgasms she’s ruined so far— nothing gets her going like the way you beg for her. she’s working hard for every pretty noise she works out of you, so why shouldn’t you have to earn it? after all, she can’t let you get everything you want when you want it! what kind of girlfriend would she be if she spoiled you too much?!

eventually, she’ll give in. she can’t not fuck you when you just look like an angel under her, all spread out. she’ll shush your begging with a kiss on the forehead. the little smile she gives you lets you know that you’re finally going to be railed to practically an inch of your life. when abby gets like this, she pulls some of the best orgasms out of you when she’s done teasing. your prayers get answered in the form of her tongue sucking oh-so-sweetly on your glistening pussy.

“gonna give me an orgasm, sweet girl? promise i won’t tease this time. just need you to cum for me,” she purrs out as your fists grab the sheets until your knuckles turn a shade lighter. “oh yeah, just like that,” she coaches you as your eyes screw impossibly shut. “such a good girl for me. love the sounds you make for me,” she moans between using her fingers and tongue on you. she always wants to give you the most earth shattering orgasm.

abby is back to your sweetheart of a girlfriend the second she feels you leak your orgasm onto her tongue. since she’s playing nice now, she doesn’t make you whine in overstimulation as she savors your taste for a few more moments. she promises you cold water and a soft back rub the second you’re down from your high, pulling you into her chest for a cuddle. you eventually succumb to the sleepy fog filling you head, letting abby hold you as you take a light nap. the buff woman doesn’t know you’re dreaming of just that— her muscles, and how they pleasured you.

#😩😩#she’s sooooo #kira recs

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bonewreath · 19 days

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that insane girl on tumblr is definitely your soulmate btw

#it’s true

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bonewreath · 19 days

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bonewreath · 19 days

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The solar eclipse of June 29, 1927. Photo by H. von Kluber in the Lapland region of Finland.

(Cambridge University)

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bonewreath · 19 days

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I'm gonna be honest I don't give a flying fuck if every single Palestinian is violently homophobic, which they're not, they still don't deserve to go through genocide. How DARE you try to use queer oppression as a stepping stone for your argument on why ethnic cleansing is a good thing, you make me genuinely sick.

This isn't a 'oh, but there are queer Palestinians!' post, because obviously there are but even if there aren't, PALESTINIANS STILL DON'T DESERVE TO DIE. If you need a reason to oppose genocide then you need to seriously take a step back, look in the mirror, and ask yourself what the fuck is wrong with you.

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bonewreath · 19 days

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ㅤㅤㅤ— 🎀 cockwarming lawyer!abby 𐚁 18+

ㅤdaily click | palestine masterpost | important tlou post

she’s tried so hard to focus on her work. focus mainly and solely on a new case— a case that she has wanted for months, and has finally been given the all go to take it. have at it. make it hers. but she made the mistake of working on it with you at home. she can smell your fruity perfume from here. the perfume she could spend hours smelling on your neck when she’s kissing and biting you there. can practically taste the cherry chapstick on your lips. the same one you’ve always used. she still remembers the first time you kissed and refused to let you change it. you didn’t have work today, so it was your lazy day. lounging around the apartment. catching up on your TV shows. making a new dish you had seen in your cookbook later than evening, if you wished to.

“baby?”

you hummed from the living room— or you said something, she wasn’t really sure. she sure as hell wasn’t paying any attention if you had spoken, abby was more focused on the way you licked your fingers after each strawberry you picked up from the container, and ate it. moaning at the taste. moans that always had her head spinning, no matter what the occasion was.

“can you come here? please?” god was she actually already begging? yes. did she care? apparently not. she just needed to feel you. hold you. hell, even look at you.

unbuttoning her suit jacket like she had suddenly gotten hit with a massive heat wave just from watching you, abby heaved out a quiet sigh, and leaned back in her chair. just in time to spot you walking over to her. smiling mischievously and finishing the last strawberry.

“what’s up?” came your soft voice. fingers threading through her soft blonde hair, nails scratching comfortingly at her scalp. your body melted into her touch when she’s wrapping her arms around your legs, and pulling you into her lap. your lips parting quickly with a gasp when you can feel the strap in her pants, that she always insisted on wearing just in case, against your cunt. “abs—”

“need to feel you” was she drunk? “please. just—” god she was so weak for you. so weak for everything and anything you did that she would do anything for you. “let me feel you” she murmured, her blue— hooded eyes meeting your slightly wide yet sparkling ones and she couldn’t keep her hands in one place when you smiled down at her.

“wouldn’t that be distracting for you, Miss Anderson?” you truly were a tease, weren’t you?

“don’t care, need to feel you” was all she said, lustfully. horny.

her eyes watched you like a hawk. like she always did really. she never wanted to miss anything. first they trailed over the slice of your nose, to the way your lips twitched, almost into a smile at her eagerness of needing you. to your soft eyes that looked at her like she was the only person in the world.

god you were truly such a beauty.

if she had spent any more time looking at your face, she would have missed the way you climbed off her lap, grinned at the way she bites down on her lip when you looped your fingers into the thin material of your panties and pulled them down, still maintaining eye contact. you were aware of how much that drove her crazy. “are you sure this won’t distract you? you could never really focus on anything else when i would sit on your cock, baby” you lifted your shoulders up in a small shrug, biting back a smirk when all abby did was scoff. “okay well, don’t blame me if you get none of your work done”

abby rolled her eyes, and threw her head back slightly. the action had her completely missing you kicking your panties— oblivious to the wet patch on them, to the side, but she didn’t miss the way your fingers fumbled with her belt. the sight was enough to always have her losing all remaining cool. especially when you’d sit on your knees, giggle and wink up at her.

her breath hitched in her throat when you climbed back on her onto her lap. the shirt you were wearing— most probably hers, rolled up just slightly and her hands quickly found home on your thighs, stroking your skin with her thumbs slowly. “just—”

“abigail, if you tell me how to sit on your cock, i will get dressed, go out for dinner alone and leave you here to finish your work” you warned, squinting your eyes down at her.

“right, m’sorry” the blonde nodding, a blush coating the apples of her cheeks at your words. what the fuck was going on? how is she the one that’s shy right now?

those blue eyes flicker to your face when you’re placing one of your hands on her broad shoulders, and for a second abby can’t fucking breathe when she turns her head slightly at the perfect time to find you dribbling a thick glob of spit on the tip of the silicone, giggling under your breath and using your other hand to spread it around. “fuck” her voice suddenly breaking the longer she watched.

her hands were quick to sit higher on your hips, while one of yours gripped her shoulder tightly when you’re running the tip of the silicone through your folds, lips parting with soft gasps, and all abby can do is just fucking stare. watch you rub it back and forth a few times, nudging it against your hole before you chuckle, your eyes flicking up to hers. you were teasing her. you knew how much she loved to see you sinking down on her cock, and you weren’t giving her what she has wanted since she got home.

“sorry, baby. you just look really cute when you’re flustered and impatient” you giggled, placing a kiss right between the crease of her eyebrows, and sinking on her strap slowly. sucking in deep breaths at the stretch.

you were going to be the death of her one day.

your face was hot, forehead already starting to trickle with sweat when she whispered soft ‘it’s okay’ and ‘take your time’ into your ear. her bigger hands ran up and down your thighs, squeezing at your skin gently, and feathered kisses up and down your neck. as much as she needed to just to feel you close, she never rushed you. you were right about one thing though, was she going to be able to focus?

she was going to have to trust her gut and just take one for the team.

you, on the other hand, were not focused at all. not with how she was shifting around in her fucking chair, her hips accidentally jolting upwards and you were biting down on your lip harshly when the silicone slipped deeper, nudging against your walls. the true question was how were you going to sit here, snuggly keeping her cock warm for the remaining time she had on her work without a single piece of attention?

just as she had went to pick up her pen for the 100th time today, abby clenched her jaw tightly at the sudden whines coming from you. you were trying so hard to bury your face in her neck and keep them muffled by her skin, but it was failing miserably. “baby, i know—” she murmured, tightening her arm around your waist. “just want you close. need to feel you. haven’t been this close to you in weeks. and m’sorry—”

you weren’t making this any easier on her, not with the way you were slowly moving around on her lap, and it’s like she can fucking feel you. the point of the pen hasn’t even hit the paper yet and she’s wanting nothing more than to push all her work onto the floor and make you cum as many times as you want. the way her arm was holding onto you had your brain cloudly, already drunk on the heavy feeling of the pine body wash she had used this morning. “abs—” you whimpered, tightening your arms around her neck, slowly rocking your hips back and forth, and letting out quiet gasped breaths with each movement.

the way you said her name had her reeling, brain going into overdrive, and grip tightening on your body. she didn’t understand why she thought this idea would work. having you in her lap, sitting on her cock, looking pretty, and waiting patiently for her to be done, would be the best idea but she just missed you so much. sure, you were in the same home as her, but to her, you felt so far away on that couch and she needed you so close that not even a sheet of paper would fit between you both.

she turns her head and presses a kiss on your cheek, hips bucking up when she’s trying to get a little more comfortable, and she gritted her teeth when you abruptly nipped and bit at her neck, warning her. your fingers still thread through her hair, tugging and pulling at random strands, trying to distract yourself— though that wasn’t helping her, for even 30 minutes give or take. already wanting nothing more than her to be done, or at least give your attention some clit. but she wasn’t even doing that. “abby, please—”

“i promise i will be done soon, and you will have all my attention, okay?” she tried to compromise, key word try— she was trying not to grind her hips up into you, and fuck you like you deserve each time you let out a whimper next to her ear, but she was regretting this entire thing. having your pretty girlfriend warming your cock while trying to work wasn’t ever going to end in a good way until you were done with what you were doing. “i need you here, please— just for a while, and i promise i will give you whatever you want” she pleaded, screwing her eyes shut tightly when you’re shifting around on her lap, the back of the strap rubbing her clit.

her words went in one ear and right out the other. you could barely focus on the way her lips moved, let alone focus on what she was saying. you were only thinking about how deep she was, how perfectly the silicone filled you up. you were soaked, no doubt about it, you were sure you were dripping onto her pants, but if you were, neither you or abby mentioned it.

the pen was moving quickly against the paper, finally gained enough composure to start writing— jesus christ, has it only been a few minutes since she asked you over here? a few minutes that you’ve been snuggly sitting on her cock? god. abby was biting back her smirks and stifling back subtle laughs when you suddenly let a out a high-pitched whine, the hand she had on your waist had moved, and slipped under her shirt and gripped one of your tits in her huge hands. pinching, pulling, and rolling your hardened nipples between her fingers.

“you’re doing so good, baby. just sit here looking all pretty for me for a little longer” she mumbled, slowly grinding her hips up, blue eyes flickering up to your face and found your eyes fluttering closed and sinking your teeth into your lower lip. you were already so far gone that you barely registered the huge grin on her fucking face. “just keep my cock warm, and you can have whatever you want when i’m done filling this report. I’ll fill you up so good tonight for being a good girl, my good girl, okay?” was she taunting you? moving her hips so slowly, grinding up into you just to tease you, warn you of what was coming later when you finally had all her attention?

“m’your good girl” you nodded, pressing your head against her shoulder. drunk and delirious on her. her sweet yet deep and raspy voice. her pine-scented body wash. her hand on your tits, switching between the two so the other wasn’t left out. everything about her, and everything she was doing— fuck, she was only talking to you and lightly touching you, but it was enough to have more slick pooling between your legs and your body melting more into her chest. “m’your good girl” you repeated, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“you are, baby” the blonde hummed, eyebrow quirking up, watching the way you’re slipping your hand down to between your legs, gasping into her neck when your fingers find your clit. whining in protest when abby’s quick to remove her hand from one of your tits just to grab your hand and pin your arm behind your back. “be my good girl, yeah?” she growled, clenching her jaw tightly.

“i need—”

“i know what you need, and i will give it to you when i am finished. don’t make me shove your panties into your mouth to get you to behave, baby. although, i can’t do that, you’d fucking love that too much” she’s scoffing, tutting under her breath, and grinding her teeth together when you’re moving your hips again.

you’re lifting your head from her shoulder when her fingers grip your chin between them lightly, smirking at the sight of your tongue running over your lips, slowly running it over her thumb. and she sucks in a deep breath when you’re wrapping your lips around her thumb, pulling it onto your mouth and sucking greedily. “yeah, there you go, baby” she nodded, jaw slack and eyes wide. “imagine it’s my cock, and let me finish up here then you can get the real thing”

still kinda rusty, idk how to feel about this but i missed lawyer!abby 🤍🎀

#i love some good old fashioned teasing honestly #and y’all already know i love cockwarming sooooo #let me just clean up my drool now #kira recs

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