Oh To Be So In Love That You Have To Fuck Them Over And Over Again. Just Can't Get Enough

when i say “that reminds me” & theres zero connection you just have to take my word for it theres no time to explain

I love when she looks fucked. Her hair all messy, fly aways stuck to her forehead with sweat. Blown pupils and glassy eyes. Red cheeks. Smudged lipstick. Marks all up her neck, some on her chest. The prettiest sight.

i need a butch to lay their head on my chest immediately

fuck the way i wanna be fucked like the eager slut that i am for a pretty girl, up against a wall or up on a desk, taking their strap, just being foggy minded and not thinking of anything else but how full i am, listening to their praises and moans and pants, offering my neck for them to mark, whimpering as they bite into me, back arching as they play with my nipples, begging to cum, to be claimed, how i just wanna be theirs, nails clawing their shoulders, pleading for harder faster rougher, i-

Me

Femmes with veeeery specific perfume scents are so special to me. Something that I’ll associate with them, that I’ll catch walking into a room and get excited to see them, that I’ll find lingering on my clothes after a hug. It’s a little detail, but it’s incredible every time

To be desired means nothing. To be truly understood and deeply loved is everything.

most of my kinks come from the want to be desired completely by someone

fat femmes are the closest thing we have to a god on this earth so make sure spell out words of worship while you eat them out.