“Hey,” Steve breathes, his voice low and quiet. You could practically hear him gripping the phone over the call, his desperation more than evident. By the tone of his voice you could already tell what the man was up to. This hadn’t been the first time he called you in the quiet hours of the night and you would soon remember why it wouldn't be the last.
“You there darlin’?” he groans, his voice dripping with need. You gulped, warmth quickly spreading across your cheeks as you held your breath. You wished it wasn’t so damn easy for him.
“What’s it now Steve?” you sigh, feigning annoyance.
“You already know what I need, don't you angel?” he teases, unconvinced by your poor attempt at sounding irritated. “Been thinkin’ about you darlin’...you've got me all hard….” he pouts. You rubbed your thighs together as you felt the ache between them grow, his words echoing in your head. He had you wrapped around his finger.
Why doesn't detachable tits exist some days I love my tits other days I hate them with a passion I wanna just be able to have them whenever I feel like it cuz man having them all the time is an inconvenience
hey can i see your hands for one sec? i promise ill be super normal about them. i promise i wont kiss them and lick and put the fingers in my mouth im so normal about hands i promise-
gone on a posting spree but I love those dildos that pump an insane amount of cum into whatever pathetic little bottom is using it
Like, they’ll pull it out after it’s filled their tummy with sticky faux cum and it’ll keep spurting over their ass, so fucking cute. I’d shove a plug up there to make sure they stay nice and full