Lemonsaccharinespice - Slightly Bitter Going Down

catching your f/o jerking it to the thought of you >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I need to ride Fritz Ludwig so bad.

Just. Something about the image of me haloed by whatever light there may be as I straddle him, how I can feel the way his cock pulses inside me as he looks up at me with a gaze of pure worship. That light almost seeming brighter, warmer, as he takes me into an impassioned kiss and his hands on my hips come to encourage me to bounce on his cock.

Oh the halo imagery got me acting unwise

There’s hate sex and fuck-the-sadness-out-of-me type sex but what about comfort sex. Like when two characters suffer from a tragic event or one of them almost dies and it’s not rough or fast. It’s just soft slow sex and whispers of praise and reassurance. “I promise you, you’ll never have to go through that again.” “Shh. You’re safe now.” And “I’ll make it all better, baby.”

yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character

an evening bath

yea okay angry sex this, jealous sex that, but what abt giggly sex. what about the excitement and the pure joy in that. where he’s on top of you and kissing you and but it’s difficult for your lips to connect because the both of you are smiling too hard & he pulls back, giving you a breathless laugh and and and i would just like to say, as corny as it sounds, that’s making love right there

Oral

Anatomy is his specialty. He's incredible with his hands, but he's truly a force of something powerful and dangerous with his mouth, with his tongue. He knows just the right kind of pace to tease you relentless in his edging, the pads of his fingers along your inner thighs only more overwhelming as his hands hold you still, his grasp warm and firm. His touch is everything yet not enough all at once, and you're practically chasing every ounce of it you're given.

In his teasing, he is desperate for it, for your taste, for your pleasure. He's always been vocal during sex, but there's something to the sounds that leave him when he takes you in his mouth; how he moans when he gets that first instance of your taste, how he breathes something between a grunt and a whimper as he shifts to take more of you, the vibrations of his sounds only making your own desperation for him grow.

His hands grip your thighs, lifts you just enough to grant him the angle to give you more; he's practically begging you to fuck his face, to ride him completely and utterly breathless. Your warning that you're close only has him doubling down his efforts, his fingers fucking into you as he pulls back only for a breath of a moment, lips still ghosting against you as he tells you to come for him. When he takes you back in his mouth, your hands card through his hair as you press him closer to you, your release one that hits you hard.

Your moans nearly drown out his own as he takes you, as his hold shakes in the overwhelming rush of pleasure. It's only when you lightly tug him back that he lifts himself to breathe, as his hooded gaze meets your blissed out expression. Your release coats his lips, his chin…a deep flush runs down along his chest, something that nearly takes your breath away, the sensation only growing when you catch sight of the cum spattered along his abdomen; he'd come just from the taste of you.

scientific worship

touching grass isnt enough. i need to fuck a priest as he mutters prayers of forgiveness for falling into lustful temptation in-between his shaky moans. i need to make the beacon of god moan like a harlot-

YOU GET IT!!!!!!

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