When she’s on her knees like a Good Girl…
When she’s on her knees like a Good Girl…
Gazing down at you, as I hold you in place. Pressed against the back of your throat. The prettiest sight I’ve seen…
Gazing down at you, as I hold you in place. Pressed against the back of your throat. The prettiest sight I’ve seen…
That’s it, take it all Babygirl…
That’s it, take it all Babygirl…
Back her against a wall with a five finger necklace, the cold of your rings pressed against her skin….
*Whispering*
“Daddys going to take care of you Babygirl. Just a be a Good Girl, and get on your knees”……
Back her against a wall with a five finger necklace, the cold of your rings pressed against her skin….
*Whispering*
“Daddys going to take care of you Babygirl. Just a be a Good Girl, and get on your knees”……
I’m at work, but Babygirl needed a temporary distraction and a Friday worthy smile….
I’m at work, but Babygirl needed a temporary distraction and a Friday worthy smile….
And she’s right, feral is just getting started…
And she’s right, feral is just getting started…
It’s very young indeed….
It’s very young indeed….
Has she been Feral with you yet?
Has she been Feral with you yet?
we lie in gravity’s gentler grammar,
your breath a constellation I learn by touch.
Shadow cups our heat, a velvet eclipse;
my hands read the quiet of your skin,
slow tides answering slow tides, no witnesses but dust.
we lie in gravity’s gentler grammar,
your breath a constellation I learn by touch.
Shadow cups our heat, a velvet eclipse;
my hands read the quiet of your skin,
slow tides answering slow tides, no witnesses but dust.
Do you know where your titties are?
Do you know where your titties are?
Then what are you doing?
Then what are you doing?
What more can you ask for on a cold, wet Monochrome Monday…
My Buckeye chose the pics…
What more can you ask for on a cold, wet Monochrome Monday…
My Buckeye chose the pics…
She said the first was her favorite….
She said the first was her favorite….
I take my time behind you,
slow strides around that perfect curve,
watching the sway, the weight,
the way your ass begs for command.
My hands orbit it like moons,
palms tracing the round edges,
fingers kneading, testing,
claiming the ground inch by inch.
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I take my time behind you,
slow strides around that perfect curve,
watching the sway, the weight,
the way your ass begs for command.
My hands orbit it like moons,
palms tracing the round edges,
fingers kneading, testing,
claiming the ground inch by inch.
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