Talking back just to end up pressed against the wall with a hand around my neck and a thigh between my legs. Starting him down only divert my attention as he pushes his thigh against me. "Grind, whore." Doing as he says, knowing I'm already going to be punished for mounting off.
Where dem pink skies lately?
Bog laurel in bloom
Morgan Parker, Other People’s Comfort Keeps Me Up At Night; “Greetings from Struggle City”
[Text ID: For a taste of your neck I would / burn my tongue]
Hair Pins
Enchanted Creations on Etsy
you should never have opened me. you will never finish eating me in time. im goinh to go stale within the week because of your hubris
middle school girls didn’t obsess over Legolas and Aragorn in 2001 just so that amazon could give all the boy elves super short hair in 2022
insane clingy sub 🤝 insane possessive dom