Scientific Worship

Want to be laid down and worshipped. Want kisses trailed all over my skin, praise whispered against my lips. Want them to take their time with me, making me melt and fall apart beneath them

from The Fran Lebowitz Reader

a priest that's so desperate to be close and intimate with you but can't bring himself to really do anything, so he begs you to just stay the night with with him, both of you fully clothed as he holds you in his arms.

lookin fresh

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.

raw missionary and collapsing on top of you out of breath and twitching all over after cumming >>>>

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my mutuals will tag a post like “I’d suck the soul out through his dick with a silly straw” and it’s a picture of a withering man who should start making a living will if he doesn’t already have one

@soulbanditodorito here’s your request you whore/lh/pos

Idk what I’m doing with my life… sigh

i've been staring at this for an hour, does this actually look like medic