A Letter Without A Stamp

there is a just something about wrapping your arms around a big strong man from behind and stroking his dick just like that. feeling his muscles shift against your chest, his little shudders and involuntary hip movements. the way his chin tucks against his chest so he can watch your hands work, the way a hand of his own comes back to grab blindly at any bit of you he can reach. not being able to see well yourself because he’s just so much bigger than you, but knowing the exact moment when he’s going to cum from the way he whines and his body tightens and his hips buck, then feeling it spill warm and gooey all over your fist <3

thinking about torturing a cute subby boy until he cums all over himself because i can’t get enough of his whines and the sight of it <3

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

ok so i do have adhd but i feel as though this somehow transcends it. I just made a cup of tea 10 minutes ago. Im in a very small room. It has disappeared. I didnt leave the room. It just escaped. It is gone. It never was. Wheres my tea. It couldnt have gone anywhere and yet it has. Did i drink it and eat the cup and forget? Where is my tea. I miss her. This is fucked

You don't understand how much I need this

Get you a man that learns what you’re into and says ‘bet’ 🫠

watching my pretty boy paint my nails his favorite color, what a sweet thing

let me reward you by letting you eat me out, granting you the honor of tasting me

oh, careful now, don't get too messy, you don't want mommy to mess her nails up do you?

me and him??

us??

fuck me while I'm alseep and waking up to you eating me out ❤️❤️

us sleepy sluts are fun to use in and out of consciousness 💕💕

Figure you out - Voila

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

a type ??? no . . . don’t think i have one . . .