I wanna finger a boy under the table. I want him to try so hard to keep a straight face, it’d be so cute. He’d be soaked and squirming. But he’d try so hard, the poor thing. Try to keep a straight face, try not to break and ask to leave, try not to cum.
If he was a good boy, after dinner was over I’d take him to an empty room, fill him up, and fuck his brains out.
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I just really want to make a boy cum with a knife to his throat.
The Sparring Match
A free request for werewolves and someone who likes it rough. I got a bit carried away with this one! Let me know what you think. And remember you can read this and other requests early on my Patreon!
CW for m/f/m threesome, dp, hair pulling, light breathplay, knotting, biting, blood
(as per my content guarantee, everything is explicitly consensual)Annie’s breath burned in her lungs. The too bright fluorescent lights flickered, briefer than a blink, and the basement went in and out of darkness like a baptismal font, born again each time, the violent art of hostile figures always new. Her skin felt too tight across the sharp points of her knuckles as she tightened her first and took another swing. One she knew he would dodge, but her knee was already rising to meet him in its place. She felt bone meet bone with a jarring thud and saw a canine jaw snap shut and blood fly in slow motion. Wild yellow eyes rolled back as he reeled with the impact. No time to savor the victory, it wouldn’t slow him long. And Annie was already ducking the incoming rake of claws from the one behind her and aiming a vicious donkey kick at his knees. He went down, the lights flickered, the panorama of figures changed again and this time Annie wasn’t fast enough. The first creature’s arms snapped around her like a vice, each one about the width of her torso, hard muscle softened by thick dark fur. She felt his breath on her throat and knew the teeth that followed them would soon find her throat and she’d be done for. A shiver ran down her spine. She jabbed upward, counting on catching him in the eye, and heard him yelp, grip loosening enough for her to twist away. She turned on her heel, already raising her leg for another kick, only to realize she’d fucked up as the heavy paw, big as a brown bear’s, collided with her head. She must not have got him in the eye after all. She staggered, stunned, and he was on her again before she could recover.
Mood: I want to dress my partner in one of my longer skirts and backless panties so that I can hike up the back and have them stand in front of a window while I fuck their brains out with my strap on. I want to order their hands to cling to the sides of the window or press to the wall there so they are fully displayed… although covered. I need to grip the bunched up fabric in the back in my fists and use it to pull them back on my cock while thrusting into them. I want cum leaking through the front of the fabric by the end the only indication to anyone on the street what may have occurred.
“You talk too much,”
She says, pushing me down so she can sit on my face.
Laying in bed with gf, cuddling it up, and she takes my face, shoves it into her boobs to the point where its near smothering, then says “Now perish” in her best evil voice before laughing so hard she snorted because I just gave her a thumbs up.
Life is pretty great sometimes.
Wanna grab some boy hair and gently pull on it while watching a movie or doing some other mundane leisure activity and watch them try not to moan and whine when I start teasing their delicious butt.
My girlfriend is such an aggressive cuddler. We were watching anime together and she had me rest my head on her thigh while she played with my hair, was a blissful experience. But I try to sit up to get a drink and she practically slams my head back down into position then just smiles.
I got a bit hard tbh.
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