Do you want me to pound your ass into this mattress and make you my little whore?
You’re not quite there yet. Good whores are louder than that. They don’t try to stifle their moans. You’re just going to lose in the end anyway.
Please? Please what, baby? You’re going to have to say every dirty word for me if you truly want to be fucked senseless. That’s my good pet. Keep begging.
Netflix and chill but the whole movie you’re sitting in my lap, on my strap-on. Not allowed to ride it, or to move, just have to keep it warm and deal with every time I feel like readjusting or playfully fucking up into you for a couple seconds.
the shaky breathing they’re trying so hard to control but you can hear it so well
the unintentional hip thrusts and dick twitches through their jeans
the gentle exhale or the sharp gasp when you tease them just right
in a whisper, “fuck…”
the held back moans that keep slipping out
the quiet but intense dirty talk that you least expect and its fucking perfect
the moment you can hear their pace pick up as they work themselves up
the struggled louder breathing as they near climax
how beautiful their varying sounds are as they cum
when they least expect you to do something and can only respond with “oh, my god–”
their labored breathing and hard swallows as they come down from orgasm, their bodies relaxing and you can hear as they relax against their sheets and start to feel the rush of dopamine spread
their sleepy bashfulness amd neediness after they get the calm rush of an orgasm
I was sucking my boyfriend’s dick on my knees and I got to a point where I felt like I was going to gag so I did my little tap tap thing on his hip and tried to pull away. Instead, with a voice full of pity he asked, “awwh, are you gonna choke?” before yanking a fist full of my hair towards him and fucking my throat for a good 30 more seconds.
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