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totally-sapphic-posts · 19 hours
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There’s something so inherently intimate about your partner kissing your forehead randomly as a comfort and as a silent ‘I love you’.
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k3n-dyll · 2 days
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I wish the men at my job would just take a vow of silence or smth, my gf (who's masc) came in to bring me food earlier and after she left one goes:
"Oh thats your girlfriend? She dresses like a dude, why not just date a guy and have the real thing?" (Referring to dick ig)
"i'M jOkInG" my left tit😒 never wanted to punch a mf so hard. AND AT WORK??? like get a grip and do your job instead of riding my meat, ugh
Anyways butches/mascs/studs are beautiful and I thank all of you simply for breathing❤️
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andersonlore · 4 months
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abby loves watching you ride her strap. your pretty little face contorting in pleasure, whispering her name softly as she makes you work for it. bouncing on her cock like your life depended on it, but the frustration clearly written all over your face. she would cockily rest her palms under her neck for support as she would just watch as you tried, but failed, to make yourself come without with her touch. without her sweet and sultry voice talking you through it. it’s what she would for you when she fucked you, but you decided to be mean at dinner, and now she’s punishing you for it.
the rhythm was off and you knew it. it felt good enough, but not nearly enough to to get you there. you even tried tweaking your own nipples to feel something more than what you were getting, but abby swatted your hand away. you were begging, leaning over so you were desperately pleading in her ear. confessing you needed her, apologized for being a brat, but she didn’t move an inch. your lips found home on her neck, trying to break her, but there was no breaking abby anderson.
she taunted you, asked if you wanted her to start fucking you. if you needed her to play with your clit with the fingers you love so much. she called you pathetic, useless — not good enough to get off on your own. always needing her touch to get where you needed to be. she reprimanded you for acting like a spoiled brat, embarrassing her in front of her friends. she would make you pay for it. she’d make sure you were so fucked out, you’d be begging for her to stop.
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szaas · 3 months
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pulling on abby’s braid as she fucks you w her strapppo
your wish is my command 🙇‍♀️ also the end.. i had to 🫦
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You whimpered as Abby slammed her big, thick purple dick in and out of your sobbing hole, pleasure coursing through your veins. Her rough grunts were accompanied by the sound of her flesh slapping yours as she fucked you, hot breath itching down your neck.
You’re on the verge of tears, the amount of times she’s denied you an orgasm had your body physically begging for one, eyes puffy and face red. You were surprised how abby’s body hadn’t cramped from the long amount of time she’d spent hunched over you, dicking you down.
you gasped when she began sucking on your lower neck, forming another hicky to join the others. Her hips didn’t cease their motion, the feeling of her dick inside you, slamming your sweet spot over and over and over again is what makes you scratch her back so harshly, leaving long red lines along the pure muscle. Somehow, the pace of her hips sped up impossibly, causing you to moan louder and louder, your orgasm chasing you like predator and prey. You began to feel abby slow down upon your reaction, and upon instinct you grabbed her long, blonde braid, tugging it back harshly, stopping her from halting her movements.
Abby sent you a pleased smirk, almost as though she enjoyed the pain of you yanking her hair. “don’t want me to stop, sweet girl?” she hummed, her lips ghosting your ear. “no abs, don’ stop.” you quavered, tugging her hair more hard by the moment- abby suddenly pushed herself off you, fucking you deeper and harder from her new found position. You let out a cry of pleasure, screaming and moaning her name as your hands were free from her braid, searching for a place to find solace. You grabbed the bedsheets with all your might, abby’s dick slamming into you so good you saw stars.
you screamed, tears flooding your vision, falling down your rosy cheeks as you came, abby’s grunts accompanied her dicks course. Whimpering on your back, you slammed your eyes shut as abby helped you ride out your orgasm, lasting you a long time.
abby chuckled, leaning forward to kiss your lips. “about time, yeah? you’re making me want to get you pregnant.”
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sapphickittykenz · 2 months
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witchof10klakes · 2 months
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Thick women in crop tops. You agree. Reblog.
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vislut · 2 months
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sweet and loving sex w vi! (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)
vi prefers it slow, likes to caress your delightful soft skin, gripping the edges of your hips with calloused hands, lips so soft she can’t help herself drown in you. she pecks the corner of your mouth, “you want my fingers now?”
her sky baby blues, full of life and love, expectant for your acceptance and you give it easily. eagerly nodding she slowly glides her finger into your dripping pussy. vi thinks she can just die right there, happily watching your gleeful smile transform into an eager moan. “i love fucking you with my fingers, baby. you’re so perfect.”
chants of i love you fall from your lips, as you kiss her, the love of your life, fucking you sweetly and she’s chanting your name as if you’re the one fucking her, but seeing you like this is more than enough for her. your fingers tightly woven in her hair, pulling away to look in her loving eyes as she gifts you sensational release only she can bring.
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tsireyasyawntu · 1 month
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your lips, my lips
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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- clarisse la rue x daughter of eros! reader
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synopsis: valentine’s day- something that everyone truly disliked. until one moment, something changed.
authors note: this is not apart of fault is false (sorry!) but i’m sick with a really bad cold today and i wanted to write something special for clarisse on valentines! so.. Happy valentine’s day, everyone!
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Valentine’s day.
Something humans found to be dear to them, coupled people exchanging gifts to one another on the fourteenth of February; the holiday of love.
in camp half blood, valentine’s day was celebrated to the fullest extent of its potential— it was so dear to humans as they had a rather short life span, hence a day to express your love to someone was so precious to the weak minded people. at camp, the holiday was acknowledged by the campers to recognize the importance of being half human, and half god, as well as the lovey dovey atmosphere that followed after. The same was done with other important holidays, such as Halloween and Christmas.
Clarisse la rue did not find the holiday to be particularly pleasant- or pleasant at all, for that matter. Valentine’s day was stupid in her mind. two people smuggling each other in both emotional and physical affection? openly displaying affection? i front of people? such thoughts made the daughter of Ares want to gag.
but than there was you— daughter of Eros, your charm was an automatic reminder of your heritage, and a stark figure of your character.
clarisse felt like a child by how hard she fell for you, stealing the breath from her lungs at every glance she caught of you.
your pretty smile, your wonderful eyes, your sweet face. Clarisse la rue was pissed at herself when she finally realized exactly what her feelings meant, shoving them down like lava to a volcano.
But like all creatures of nature, it was ought to burst out somehow.
and for the young daughter of Ares, her volcano ruptured on valentine’s day- to her fury.
it was a sunny day, but it had never felt so dark to clarisse. Her footsteps shook the earth as she angrily marched through camp, shoving heart shaped balloons from her path and kicking roses she saw on the floor.
The curly haired girl had caught wind that you’d received numerous valentine gifts- chocolates, flowers, posters and even jewelry. knowing people other that clarisse had been eyeing you down for a while made the flickering flame inside her chest burn down towers with her rage.
She stormed through camp with fire following her trail, each step was quaking those around her.
She stormed to cabin 39, where the children of Eros lay.
everyone knew the children of the Greek god of carnal love’s children rivaled those of ancient Greek goddess of love and beauty, Aphrodite. You were point of that accusation, the most beautiful girl Clarisse had ever laid her eyes on.
and even now she as she had a torch lighting aflame her chest, she still yearned for your touch— even as she was heading in your direction to explode in a way she wasn’t sure of.
She took a sharp turn around capin 56, for the children of eris— their dark aura usually affecting clarisse now deflected off her skin like a bow to raw metal, the children watching in discord as she stormed to the door of cabin 39.
Clarisse slammed her cinnamon skinned hand against the polished wood harshly, waiting with furrowed brows for someone to answer the door. When she saw the handle move, her back subconsciously straightened.
The wood was pulled back and you were revealed— in all your nauseating, grueling, pure beauty, smile growing wide upon the sight of the curly haired girl outside your door.
“Clarisse!” your voice was smooth like honey, sticky like maple syrup and sweet like sugar. Clarisse ignored the warmth that flushed her body at the soft call of her name you expressed in joy, stupidly gorgeous smile widening at her presence.
in honest, clarisse wanted to bathe in your touch- your voice, your gaze and your heart. She yearned for you in a way she’s never felt, her defensive and rough external force disintegrating pathetic into nothing when you traced your honey soft skin along her arm, pushing hair from her face as the only scent she cpould smell was the sweetness of your person.
Clarisse was scared of her feelings in fact, and the idea that you might like someone other than her had her at the edge of her seat. She knew that it was likely, and if she truly did want you— today would be the day to make the claim.
She huffed, squinting her eyes as you moved from the doorway to welcome her inside. she reluctantly agreed, tucking her chin upward as she took steps forward. Instantly, the smell of sweets and tea attacked her senses with not a single warning— sugar and honey the only smell she could register.
Her face scrunched, overwhelmed by the smell— you laughed, covering your smile with your fingers as you usually did, a cute habit clarisse admired.
“sorry, glykó korítsi. Cole went all out for tou Agíou Valentínou.” Clarisse tucked her face away from your view, scolding herself for faltering under the stupid greek nickname you’ve given her; “pretty girl.”
She took a moment to gather herself, huffing in an upset expression when she examined your cabin.
god, there was no place Clarisse hated more that the Eros Chilren’s Cabin.
the cabin has an intense aura that can drive other demigods insane with arousal— unless that demigod is the child of a love god or goddess once activated by a child of Eros. Clarisse was lucky enough to know you to the point you spared her the torture of the curse on your cabin, and was beyond grateful the so called ‘blessing’ can also be deactivated at will.
clarisss recalled when you first exposed her to your cabin- On the northern part of the first floor, it has a room that can bring to life any sexual and or romantic desire, as well as an exact copy of the person they desire. clarisse found it odd, disgusting even. Nasty fantasies coming to life? how alone and sad does your life have to be you have to imagine yourself with someone you love? she could laugh in their face and ridicule them until they run away crying.
In the living room, there are several shelves with books containing all kinds of unknown and known love stories recorded throughout the ages. It has a large TV in the center, and a rather nice leather couch, may the daughter of ares be so kind to say.
In the east wing lies the kitchen, and on the west wing lies the public bathrooms. There is romantic music playing softly in the background through the means of a record player. That is another reason clarisse despised your cabin; the music.
There is a chandelier hanging from the ceiling with artwork of all kinds of people procreating with one another. On the second floor lies the bedrooms of the children of Eros. Clarisse only knows that because…
Her face turned a subtle shade of pink, barely noticeable on her skin, but the warmth was all the same.
“so, why are you here?” your sticky sweet voice tore clarisse from her thoughts— thoughts she tries her best to… forget.
she cleared her throat— “I wanted to escape this holiday but obviously i came to the wrong cabin,” she lied through her teeth, gesturing to the many heart and love balloons and decorations littering your cabin.
You smile, “You definitely did. This is the last place you should come to on Valentines. Why not go to Eris cabin?” you question, obviously not catching the not-so-obvious hint clarisse thought dropped for you.
“Clearly. and those kids are lame.” she crossed her arms, scanning the area. Your cabin was something else. She felt her cheeks warm once more at the people making out along the stairs of your home, rushing upstairs to the soundproof bedrooms.
Her gaze flickered away, catching yours. Your eyes were red, same as your fathers. They were filled with so many things clarisse could only put her finger on, but all she knew is that her words always died in her throat at their gaze.
“Well, you are welcome to stay, anyway.” you hum, tucking some hair behind your ear as you shifted your weight to a different leg.
Clarisse stood standing with many various of feelings— her knees were uncharacteristically weak, tummy doing summersalts inside her belly, hands shaky as all she wanted to do was—
“come on,” you motioned her over, a strange smile on your face. Clarisse felt herself become uncharacteristically excited as you led her up the stairway to your bedroom, her steps close behind yours as you waved to your siblings in the halls as they sent you a teasing smile before retreating back into their own rooms, with someone who bore little clothes.
Clarisse would never forget the first time she sat foot in your room— a cold winter night, a heated moment— something she would never forget, even though she tried.
as you lead her down the familiar hall, music played lightly from the stairways entrance, echoing throughout the cabin. The sight of your door came to her view, your hand twisting the handle and revealing your room.
Clarisse got immediate flashbacks to the last time she was here, knees once more weakened by the remembrance.
You gently slid your hand down her arm, pulling her into your room and closing the door. Clarisse looked around nervously— your room wasn’t very decorated, only a few things representative of love here and there- most likely gifts from your father. You sat on your bed, eyes pulling clarisse in by the throat as she sat beside you.
It was an awkward silence— at least on her behalf, valentine’s day was always an opportunity to seem unhappy. but as she sat with you, the tension in the room was chewing her skin and muscles off her bones.
the bed shifted for a second, and Clarisse looked over to you— your red eyes staring daggers into hers.
They were so beautiful, a blood like red— so many emotions swarming in them— so many things to represent who you truly where— they held passion, desire, sexuality, lust, danger, action, drama, joy, stress, radiance.
Clarisse could barely hold herself back as your smile encased her in a cage, trapping her, tormenting her— The cinnamon skinned girl was about to make a daring move- but you did first.
You slammed your lips to Clarisses, bed creaking slightly from the fast, sudden movement of your action— but clarisse waisted no time kissing you back. Your lips fell into sync together, dancing in a rhythm that was so perfect you wanted to melt into her.
Her hands landed on your hips, and yours in her soft curly hair— she shoved you down, back meeting the soft pink sheets of your bed, the sound of you two devouring each other the only sound in your room other than the faint valentines music bouncing through the walls.
You pulled her hair, a soft groan leaving the girls lips as she trailed her kisses down to your neck. You hummed, completely emersrd- the feeling of her lips on you was so sweet— you wanted to faint.
But you quickly realized that it wasn’t nearly as cute as you thought, as a sharp pain ate at your skin where she was feeling on your neck. You gasp, the warm feeling of blood barely falling from your neck. She’d bit you.
“clarisse-“ she silenced you with her own lips, the taste of your blood swarming between your mouth and hers, and you melted into the kiss once more.
the kiss was harsh, filled with desperation from both parties, hands touching every possible part of each others body as you lay on your bed.
You weren’t sure, but you guessed this was her way of asking you to be her valentine.
and being the daughter of Eros, there was no better way to ask.
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shiftingplates · 4 months
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You said you were horny baby, you said you wanted daddy’s strap inside you. So why are you still whining while you lay there fucking yourself with it…
oh you wanted me to do it? ✨
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smorp-a-dorp · 2 months
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Unfortunately I am not gaslight gatekeep girlbossing. I am goofy giddy girlcrushing.
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rainbow-queens · 8 months
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Just want you to come and lay on my lap, we can just make out and see where our hands end up 🥵
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totally-sapphic-posts · 7 months
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Imagine coming home after a long day and they just hug you. They hug you in a way that melts all the tension from your muscles, and makes the stresses of the day fade into some distant memory. It’s one of those hugs you feel like you could fall asleep in, but you don’t want to because you want to savor every ounce of it even though you know you’ll get a million more of them
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amommymilf · 25 days
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thinking about cockwarming while cuddling (snugglefucking) how id tease your nipples, be so close to you and kissing ur neck making you whimper and whine because mommy’s cock is making you feel so full. and maybe when you get a little too impatient i’d move my hand to your throat warning you good girls wait for permission from mommy before i take mercy on you and pound your pretty pussy breeding you full of cum and stuffed on mommy’s dick
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andersonlore · 4 months
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Abby and reader getting into an argument where they both know r is right but Abby is just being so goddamn stubborn ohmygod. So r just ups and flashes Abby with their tits to shut her up. Abby stutters and slowly loses her resolve until she finally shortcircuits
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❛ THE PRETTY GIRL BEHIND THE BAR. ❜
†⠀warnings y disclaimers — eighteen+, dom!reader, sub!abby, poc!friendly, jealous!abby, soft nsfw, stubborn!abby.
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Abby never should have been flirting with the bartender. She knows it just as well as you do. You had every right to be upset. Abby was your girl, not anyone else's, and she just let it happen. Right in front of you.
It made you sick and God, her dismal of it was even more infuriating. Her stubbornness shining through as you tried to make her see where you were coming from, but it seemed the attention was going right to her head.
"So, what if she was flirting? Why does it matter?" Abby was trying to worm her way out, but you wouldn't let her. Not this time.
"It's one thing to entertain it Abby but c'mon, look with your eyes. You let her feel you up right in front of me. Do you seriously not see how disrespectful that is?”
"She was not all over me and she did not feel me up." Abby defended.
"Really? You're going to play dumb right now? That's the side you want to take. You've got to be kidding me." Clearly, you were frustrated but your words only angered Abby.
"You're calling me dumb right now? For the love of god, she didn't touch me."
"Maybe you didn't notice because you were too caught up in the pretty girl behind the bar but anyone with eyes could see she was all over you." You walked away from her as the two of you walked into your shared apartment as Abby slammed the door behind her.
"She kept touching your arm and you did nothing. She tugged at the end of your braid; you did nothing. Anderson, she was looking at you like you were a piece of meat and you just let her! It was like I was fucking invisible." You were beyond pissed and the smirk on her lips wasn't helping.
Abby was too damn confident for her own good, always putting her foot in her mouth before she even spoke.
"Anderson? Wow. You're really angry, baby." She took a step closer, but you took two steps back.
"Don't 'baby' me. Are you being serious right now?"
You couldn’t believe her. She had the nerve to stand there, beautiful as can be, with a smile you would kill for but right now? You wanted nothing more than to deck her in the face. Abby always did this, and it pissed you off to no fucking end. Abby always had to let you know how wanted she is and how lucky you were to have her. It truly was nauseating.
“Just admit it, Anderson. She fucking touched you and you let her.” You threw it back at her, tired of this back and forth.
“If you call me Anderson one more time, I swear to god.”
“You’ll what? Flirt with someone else in front of me?” You stepped forward, cocking your head to the side. “I have to say, the more you do it, it might just lose it’s impact.”
“Are you sure? You’re pretty wound up right now, baby. Just can’t stand when my attention is elsewhere, can you?” 
You wanted to scream at her, but you couldn’t. Even if the chances of those baby blues welling up into tears were slim, you couldn’t let your anger get the best of you. All of this was intentional. Her pressing, her flirting, her acting like she oblivious to it. Abby wanted a reaction out of you. Boy, was she getting one. Still, you didn’t want to do anything to upset her, even if it seemed she was trying to do the opposite for you.
If she wanted to play with fire, so be it. You’d just have to cool her off enough so you could have a conversation about this without her cocky persona jumping in at any given moment.
The smirk dropped from her Abby’s face as soon as her brain registered what you were doing. Carefully, nimble fingers were unbuttoning the vest top you had on. You’d worn it just for her too. Abby loves the way it makes your breasts look, cleavage busting at the top. It usually would make her insatiable, but no. Tonight, she decided to keep her attention elsewhere.
You would make her pay for it.
“What are you doing?” Her breath hitches, and you try to smirk but you’re failing just as she was before.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“W-We’re fighting now, right?” Abby was so unsure of herself. Part of her believed she was imagining this. You slowly taking off your top, and God you weren’t wearing a bra either.
You really were trying to kill her, Abby thought.
“Yep, you’re really pissing me off, Anderson.”
“T-them, uh, why- oh fuck.” Abby tried to speak but it trailed off to a curse as you tossed your top onto the back of couch and made your way right to her.
“Why don’t you tell me exactly why your attention was elsewhere?” Your perky tits on display for her was torture, because she knew if she tried to touch you, her hand would be smacked immediately.
“C’mon, don’t be shy Anderson. Tell how much of a crazy fucking girlfriend I am. Go on. Fucking speak.” You demanded from her, but the blonde still found herself tripping over her words, unable to complete one sentence.
“I-I, um, y-y-you know, fuck, what do you want me to say baby? Please, I’ll do anything. Jus’ want to make it up to you.” Her eyes maintain eye contact with flesh exposed for her enjoyment, or rather yours. You liked doing this to her. Flipping the dominate switch to submissive and watching her crumble.
Abby knew it would be more than worth it once you had the harness and strap on, fucking her so dumb. Her pussy fluttered at the thought of it. She wanted you to stretch her out – turn her into your little fuck toy. You liked it, loved it even. Tearing apart someone so strong, until she was putty in your hands and begging for it.
It’s what she deserved after pulling the little stunt today.
She needed to be put in her place and you were more than happy to oblige.
“For starters, stop looking at my tits and look in my eyes.” Abby obeyed you, anticipating your next move.
“Now, be a good girl. Go upstairs, strip for me. I want you naked on the bed, and Mommy will be up there to remind you exactly who you belong to.” You slapped her ass as she moved hastily up the steps leading into your bedroom.
Let’s just say, Abby was in the for a long night.
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szaas · 3 months
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how about reverse! cowgirl! with ellie? ily 🫶🏾
this reminds me of that one ph vid that was going around w that girl who had the ellie tattoo 🥵 & ily bby🫶🫶
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧ reverse cowgirl!
ellie let out a grunt, her green eyes satisfied with their position on watching you ride her strap, pussy going on and off of the blue dick- each moment hitting her clit just a little as well.
“ngh— el, i can’t..” you whimpered out, shutting your eyes tightly, the pleasure eating you from the inside out.
You’d been riding ellie’s strap for hours, your hips so close to cramping at the repetitive motion, your ass no doubt forming a bruise from the slaps you get from her hand. “sh, ‘s okay, babe. js’ keep ridin’ me, js’ like the good girl you are.” she said, her raspy voice sounded as though it was elsewhere, ellie’s mind too caught up in your flexing cunt to process much of what you’d just said. You were about to protest when her hand landed a harsh slap to your bare ass, the smack initiating a curve of your body- strap nicking your sweet spot so suddenly you gasped. “keep going, babe.” ellie’s long fingers slid around from your ass to your clit, pressing down and playing with the sensitive numb, a moan leaping from your mouth from the two points of pleasure.
you inhaled sharply and fixed your posture, beginning to bounce up and down more frequently, moaning ellie’s name as her free hand gripped your hip, the other continuing its magic. The sound of your ass slapping her upper thighs had ellie almost coming, let alone the sight of you getting yourself off from her strap. “fuck..” she whispered under her breath as your whines became louder, more desperate; her fingers sped up their pace up front, clit going crazy. Your breathing was shaky and you grabbed ahold of the flower bed sheets. “el.. ellie i’m gonna..” you couldnt finish, your orgasm slamming you like a train- “that’s right, let it out. just like that.” ellie cooed, slapping your ass once for good measure ass you let out a moan like scream of her name, adding to her ego. she had let you cool down, catching your breath before she jerked her hips upward.
“how about we go again, yeah?”
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sapphickittykenz · 1 month
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Your hands are so pretty, can I wear them as a necklace? ☺️
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