Mr Biggis

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crimson-uncovered:

I like to hump things naked. 
It’s usually a pillow, but it’s never enough. It’s never as firm as a cock, and it always needs frequent adjusting. Still, I don’t think that matters too much because it’s still practice.
It’s practice for the day when you’ll sit down, fully dressed, and order me to strip. I’d stand in front of you, naked and owned, and you’d stare at your property for a long while. Being the only one nude would make me feel so vulnerable and so objectified, but that vulnerability would soon give way to a deep, penetrating throb. You’d know this, of course. You’d see this in the hardening of my nipples and the pink on my cheeks. That’s why you’d beckon me over with a finger and point to your lap, the signal for me to straddle you. “Be a good little whore,” you’d say, “and show me how wanton you are for me.”
Naturally, I’d show you my wantonness by humping you. With my thighs on either side of yours and my bare pussy against your crotch, I’d grind against your shielded bulge just as desperately as I’d ride your cock. God, it would feel so good. The friction would be immediate and intense with nothing to protect my sensitive, swollen clit from the fabric of your pants. Everything would feel extra wet, and I’d feel you harden under my pussy even more, giving me something firmer to rub up on. I’d leave a wet, sticky spot on your clothes, and you’d slap me for it. “Dirty girl,” you’d scold. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” I’d whimper, but the smirk on your face would tell me that you’re not entirely serious. Nevertheless, you’d “punish” me by torturing my nipples with your deft hands, twisting them and making me cry out. The pain would bring me closer and I’d beg, beg for release, beg while sweating, exhausted, panting. 

You’d say yes… eventually. You’d just make it clear that your pussy only cums around the cock that owns it, and you’d emphasize that point by unzipping and impaling me. You’d only have to give me a few good, hard thrusts before I’d clench around you, cumming hard for you.
Luckily for me, your lap would be the ideal place to collapse into a post-orgasm heap.

weseebeautyx you gotta see this woo

crimson-uncovered:

I like to hump things naked. 

It’s usually a pillow, but it’s never enough. It’s never as firm as a cock, and it always needs frequent adjusting. Still, I don’t think that matters too much because it’s still practice.

It’s practice for the day when you’ll sit down, fully dressed, and order me to strip. I’d stand in front of you, naked and owned, and you’d stare at your property for a long while. Being the only one nude would make me feel so vulnerable and so objectified, but that vulnerability would soon give way to a deep, penetrating throb. You’d know this, of course. You’d see this in the hardening of my nipples and the pink on my cheeks. That’s why you’d beckon me over with a finger and point to your lap, the signal for me to straddle you. “Be a good little whore,” you’d say, “and show me how wanton you are for me.”

Naturally, I’d show you my wantonness by humping you. With my thighs on either side of yours and my bare pussy against your crotch, I’d grind against your shielded bulge just as desperately as I’d ride your cock. God, it would feel so good. The friction would be immediate and intense with nothing to protect my sensitive, swollen clit from the fabric of your pants. Everything would feel extra wet, and I’d feel you harden under my pussy even more, giving me something firmer to rub up on. I’d leave a wet, sticky spot on your clothes, and you’d slap me for it. “Dirty girl,” you’d scold. “Look at the mess you’ve made.” I’d whimper, but the smirk on your face would tell me that you’re not entirely serious. Nevertheless, you’d “punish” me by torturing my nipples with your deft hands, twisting them and making me cry out. The pain would bring me closer and I’d beg, beg for release, beg while sweating, exhausted, panting. 

You’d say yes… eventually. You’d just make it clear that your pussy only cums around the cock that owns it, and you’d emphasize that point by unzipping and impaling me. You’d only have to give me a few good, hard thrusts before I’d clench around you, cumming hard for you.

Luckily for me, your lap would be the ideal place to collapse into a post-orgasm heap.

weseebeautyx you gotta see this woo

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