𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑔 ~

🖤Sinful Sunday🖤
Since 🧵ites are being weird and sharing my stuff, you guys get this~

Haven’t given you a treat in a while~

Peaches and Cream 🤭

Surprise, bitch. Did you miss me?

So to people who know me from 🧵. I got Zucced.

I love how I come online on BSky and the first post I like was posted 30s ago :) I’m not a stalker, I promise.

HELP 🗣️🗣️

Slowly relaxing after being edged for so long and finally being allowed to cxm only for him to press the vibrator right up to your cl!t. "𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞?"

When he starts using the Daddy voice on me, I’m torn between bratting and being a good girl. Do I want to be babied or do I want to be tied up? Decisions, decisions~

I like how my first two thoughts were “That’s mean.” and “I want it.”

Tell me you’re a masochist without telling me you’re a masochist.

If you praise me and degrade me in the same breath, don’t blame me if I’m dripping every time I see you.

I don’t know what I love more, wrapping my legs tight around his hips so we’re sure he’s filling me up, or being helpless under him as he hooks his elbows under my knees so I’m bare for him.

So seeing as some of my favourite people are getting zucked, I guess we’re popping in here more often now 🤷‍♀️

Need

He looks at me so lovingly, a soft smile on his face. And my God, I apologize, but all I want to do when he makes my heart race like that is wrap my lips around his fucking cxck and make it so it feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest.

And so I lay awake after a night of drinking. My hands roam my bare body as my eyes flutter close. I imagine them to be your wandering hands, cupping my breasts, traveling lower down my stomach until I finally touch myself where it aches the most. And yet, it’s not enough. My God, you have ruined me

The way your smile turns into a smirk as you pick up your phone. My phone goes off with a notification and I look down to see a message from you. “Get ready.” I look up to see you already looking at me, confused. Then I feel the familiar hum of *your* toy coming alive.

So... we have bluesky now