sub-vxidd: Having you read me one of my smut books would set off my voice kink so hard. And you’d be so god damn good at it too, I know it. I’d be a damn puddle.
Now I can’t stop reading in your voice 🤤
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sub-vxidd: Having you read me one of my smut books would set off my voice kink so hard. And you’d be so god damn good at it too, I know it. I’d be a damn puddle.
Now I can’t stop reading in your voice 🤤

lightpatrol2: rainlunch : rainlunch :




Mine I own you 😈

Having you read me one of my smut books would set off my voice kink so hard. And you’d be so god damn good at it too, I know it. I’d be a damn puddle.
pr3ttylittleprincess: your spam liking does not go unnoticed

sapphicbutterflykisses: thinking of making a pretty girl sound all breathless and whiny while I take care of her. Her voice all soft telling me not to stop… I’m fkn hungry

99alteregoo: U miss me stop acting hard bitch




dummycunt: having friends from kink tumblr is so silly like “who are you talking to?” oh just my friend i know from wanting to rape me



degraded-fucktoys: using her mouth right


mwya: Remembering things fondly is all fun and games until. The missing




still-trying-to-be-horny: Just want a pretty girl to pose for a silly selfie with my dick whilst she’s sucking it. :(
grlstlker: sucking on your fingers and grinding on your bulge until my brain turns off


teresabeans: everyone deserves to feel safe & loved

anonymousblackmale: I need to watch you play with it.

srcee: oh to be held by arms that know every part of me

renadria: That’s the way we like to fuck!


ss-writess: There was a time when I thought poetry was weak- a prettier form of speaking for people afraid to say what they mean. I preferred certainty. Numbers. Systems that stayed in line. Things that could be measured cleanly, like gravity, distance, or time. Then I met you. And suddenly language began to fail, like signals disappearing from a ship too far beyond the veil. Because how am I supposed to describe you plainly? How do I explain the way my thoughts distort around your name, like light bending near stars too massive to remain the same? How do I tell you that your presence alters rooms the way moons alter tides, without sounding consumed? I can’t. That is why people write poetry. Because sometimes emotion arrives too large for ordinary speech to survive, like trying to hold a galaxy still while watching it expand alive. You made simple sentences useless. “I love you” feels painfully small for something that rearranged my mind, for someone who made the universe itself feel briefly easier to find. So I reach for stars instead. For orbit. For collapse. For constellations dying slowly while still pouring out light into the black. Because astronomy is the only language I know vast enough to compare you to. And even then, it fails. Space can be mapped. Stars can be named. But there is still something about loving you that refuses to stay contained. Maybe that is all poetry really is- the human heart attempting to translate impossible scale, using rhythm and metaphor where direct language fails. And you… you are the only person who ever made me understand why some feelings become poems instead of simply being said.
submissivepetal: I fucking love being a tease and being teased. Teasing is top tier.
olderbootbutch: i dont want to bother you i just want to come up behind you and rest my chin on your shoulder and casually ask “whatcha doing?” while groping your tits you know what i mean
Now I know why it’s called a barrel roll!

dreaming-in-techni-color: “I, myself, am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.” ― Augusten Burroughs



662244: share music with me whenever
marvelous7: Sexting while at work >>>


greedysadistdad: Moaning “You’re my fucking girl. All fucking mine.” while pumping you with multiple loads of cum.
angelbabymikaa: “potentially mature content” yeah that’s my pervert friend i hope it’s mature content that’s what i followed them for
ss-writess: “You are not easy to love. You are intense, complicated, frightening sometimes. Unfortunately for me, that only makes me love you more.”
