S, at least in part
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Fresh out of the shower, nice and clean and ready to mark up, so I’ve decided I want attention.
If this hits 50 likes by Tuesday I’ll post the proof of just how pretty they look after a nice hot shower 🥰😈
If this hits 50 likes by Tuesday I’ll post the proof of just how pretty they look after a nice hot shower 🥰😈
November 17, 2025 at 2:39 AM
Fresh out of the shower, nice and clean and ready to mark up, so I’ve decided I want attention.
If this hits 50 likes by Tuesday I’ll post the proof of just how pretty they look after a nice hot shower 🥰😈
If this hits 50 likes by Tuesday I’ll post the proof of just how pretty they look after a nice hot shower 🥰😈
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I wonder how many of you I've helped cum, and how often my words still come back to you as your back arches, as you reach for that piece of oblivion. I would hope you'd tell me, and that you'd feel a flutter in your belly as you type the words. Who doesn't like a good confession. I'll be waiting.
November 15, 2025 at 10:57 PM
I wonder how many of you I've helped cum, and how often my words still come back to you as your back arches, as you reach for that piece of oblivion. I would hope you'd tell me, and that you'd feel a flutter in your belly as you type the words. Who doesn't like a good confession. I'll be waiting.
Your head nestled into my neck, your chest pressed against my shoulder, so I can feel your heartbeat, which quickens because you’re not thinking about cuddling anymore
November 16, 2025 at 11:19 AM
Your head nestled into my neck, your chest pressed against my shoulder, so I can feel your heartbeat, which quickens because you’re not thinking about cuddling anymore
I wonder how many of you I've helped cum, and how often my words still come back to you as your back arches, as you reach for that piece of oblivion. I would hope you'd tell me, and that you'd feel a flutter in your belly as you type the words. Who doesn't like a good confession. I'll be waiting.
November 15, 2025 at 10:57 PM
I wonder how many of you I've helped cum, and how often my words still come back to you as your back arches, as you reach for that piece of oblivion. I would hope you'd tell me, and that you'd feel a flutter in your belly as you type the words. Who doesn't like a good confession. I'll be waiting.
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Bored and curious.
November 14, 2025 at 10:29 PM
Bored and curious.
Do tell me what’s on your mind
November 13, 2025 at 5:30 AM
Do tell me what’s on your mind
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"No need to go to the restaurant car, darling," she purred. "I've got something for you right here."
Though the landscape rushing by in the window was impressive, I knew I would prefer the warm dark under her skirt and how her muffled moans matched the wheezing and creaking of the regional train.
Though the landscape rushing by in the window was impressive, I knew I would prefer the warm dark under her skirt and how her muffled moans matched the wheezing and creaking of the regional train.
November 12, 2025 at 9:38 PM
"No need to go to the restaurant car, darling," she purred. "I've got something for you right here."
Though the landscape rushing by in the window was impressive, I knew I would prefer the warm dark under her skirt and how her muffled moans matched the wheezing and creaking of the regional train.
Though the landscape rushing by in the window was impressive, I knew I would prefer the warm dark under her skirt and how her muffled moans matched the wheezing and creaking of the regional train.
We’ll take the train across the country—spying on backyards and spray-painted ruins, fooling around in the sleeping car—and years later you’ll still feel the rhythm of the tracks under you and something of our heat, our impatience, and how your lips parted then, ever so slightly, yes just like that
November 12, 2025 at 8:27 AM
We’ll take the train across the country—spying on backyards and spray-painted ruins, fooling around in the sleeping car—and years later you’ll still feel the rhythm of the tracks under you and something of our heat, our impatience, and how your lips parted then, ever so slightly, yes just like that
Are you sure you want to get up? Or are you trying to get up just so that I grab you—preferably one arm wrapped around your waist and my other hand firmly digging into your thigh, poised to toss you on your back and immediately start—
November 11, 2025 at 11:03 AM
Are you sure you want to get up? Or are you trying to get up just so that I grab you—preferably one arm wrapped around your waist and my other hand firmly digging into your thigh, poised to toss you on your back and immediately start—
Someone was talking about beards and I was feeling moody, so… you should probably lean back and let me get to work
November 10, 2025 at 7:38 PM
Someone was talking about beards and I was feeling moody, so… you should probably lean back and let me get to work
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How is it possible that no one has stolen this hoodie from me yet
November 8, 2025 at 9:05 AM
How is it possible that no one has stolen this hoodie from me yet
How is it possible that no one has stolen this hoodie from me yet
November 8, 2025 at 9:05 AM
How is it possible that no one has stolen this hoodie from me yet
You know when you rest but you don't feel rested? Yeah, that.
November 7, 2025 at 3:42 PM
You know when you rest but you don't feel rested? Yeah, that.
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I'll be quiet, I promise. Ever so quiet. But it might be harder for you. I'll make sure of it.
March 10, 2025 at 10:26 AM
I'll be quiet, I promise. Ever so quiet. But it might be harder for you. I'll make sure of it.
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Is it really a teams meeting if you don’t have to excuse yourself, mute your mic, turn off your video, and bend your head over your keyboard because I’ve decided, from my position under your desk, to slide my fingers into you while my tongue continues circling your clit?
March 11, 2025 at 5:52 PM
Is it really a teams meeting if you don’t have to excuse yourself, mute your mic, turn off your video, and bend your head over your keyboard because I’ve decided, from my position under your desk, to slide my fingers into you while my tongue continues circling your clit?
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Once again: thigh highs and nothing else
February 27, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Once again: thigh highs and nothing else
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“I guess I was hungry,” she said after the third orgasm.
“And I was thirsty,” I countered. “I still am.”
“I could get you a glass of water.”
“Nah.” And her knees were already over my shoulder.
“And I was thirsty,” I countered. “I still am.”
“I could get you a glass of water.”
“Nah.” And her knees were already over my shoulder.
March 18, 2025 at 2:10 AM
“I guess I was hungry,” she said after the third orgasm.
“And I was thirsty,” I countered. “I still am.”
“I could get you a glass of water.”
“Nah.” And her knees were already over my shoulder.
“And I was thirsty,” I countered. “I still am.”
“I could get you a glass of water.”
“Nah.” And her knees were already over my shoulder.
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Do you remember the first time your hand slipped under their shirt how warm the skin was
March 18, 2025 at 4:36 PM
Do you remember the first time your hand slipped under their shirt how warm the skin was
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I’m so tired and burnt out these days but know that I want to post something so achingly beautiful that something hums in you so that you can’t help but cross your legs and feel the heat in your face
March 20, 2025 at 11:01 PM
I’m so tired and burnt out these days but know that I want to post something so achingly beautiful that something hums in you so that you can’t help but cross your legs and feel the heat in your face
I just need to be holding you while you cum on my cock—is that too much to ask?
November 5, 2025 at 5:35 AM
I just need to be holding you while you cum on my cock—is that too much to ask?
For instance
November 1, 2025 at 3:29 PM
For instance
Thinking of you looking up from between my thighs, a flicker of mischief in your eyes before your gaze turns slowly and deliberately to that straining, trembling need coursing through my body.
You won’t be too cruel, will you? The way you trace your lips with your tongue—
You won’t be too cruel, will you? The way you trace your lips with your tongue—
November 1, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Thinking of you looking up from between my thighs, a flicker of mischief in your eyes before your gaze turns slowly and deliberately to that straining, trembling need coursing through my body.
You won’t be too cruel, will you? The way you trace your lips with your tongue—
You won’t be too cruel, will you? The way you trace your lips with your tongue—
Have you ever sat in a cafe wondering if the barista would taste like coffee as they whimpered and moaned for you in the storeroom in between espresso orders?
October 31, 2025 at 9:12 AM
Have you ever sat in a cafe wondering if the barista would taste like coffee as they whimpered and moaned for you in the storeroom in between espresso orders?