Forced Eye Contact.... Chin Held Between Fingers And Being Told In A Calm, But Firm Voice "dont Look

he looks so good when he's kissed.

starry-eyed, with pretty pink lips.

they're so nice to bite. he whines so nicely. sometime i'll make him bleed.

it'd be so nice, saliva and blood and oh god, he'd look beautiful with blood on his lips. he'd taste so good.

need him to play with my dick for hours. make him play with me until i'm soaked and needy, until i'm so close to cumming that i just keep rolling my hips against his hand or mouth.

but then we have to go smoke. we'd go outside, it'd be chilly but nice, my underwear would be soaked and anytime they brushed against my dick it'd be cold and wet and sensitive. we'd have a joint, then i'd get handsy. i normally do, because i want him. i always want him.

maybe give me a bit of satisfaction and press against my pants— i'd ache for more. he'd tell me to keep smoking and light another for himself too.

and he'd kiss me. i know he would. but then kissing turns to him forcing smoke in my mouth and i'm getting more from his joint than he is. and somehow his hand ends up under my clothes.

maybe his fingers would shift a bit lower than just my waistband and oh that's my dick. he's touching my dick. it feels so nice, please don't stop. i'd whine for him and maybe his fingers would go lower and his palm would graze over my dick as he dips two fingers in me. i'd take them so easily, i'll take then well for him anytime. i'd writhe and try to get him to fuck me, to press harder, to move his fingers more, it feels so nice when he does.

we'd still be outside, he'd still blow smoke in my mouth— how high would he get me? i don't think i'd care, and i know i certainly wouldn't care if he started pumping his fingers in and out of me. maybe i'd be a babbling bitch, too high to think, too desperate to stay quiet, whining and begging for more. he'd keep me safe, he'd talk me through it. he'd probably make me beg for him to fuck me, for him to fuck me harder.

i'd try to touch my dick and it'd be awkward with my pants still in the way, but i wouldn't be allowed, i'd have to solely rely on him, i have to be good. i think he'd be able to get me to cum just by having his fingers in me, especially when i'm high and my body feels like it's on fire.

i wonder if he'd let me cum then and there while we're outside, or would he make me wait?

i need him in a way that would change everyone's view of me if they knew. there's something thrilling about that.

i miss him. i miss his voice. i miss his hands on me. i miss his skin on mine. i miss him.

my life feels so empty and dull without him being a part of my daily living. i love having him around, not necessarily doing anything but just having him with me and having him close.

My problem is I wanna fuck after we fucked then fuck again & again & again

if you wanna get fucked so bad youre gonna have to work for it baby. sit on me yourself and ride me like you mean it . you wanna cum ? fuck yourself faster for me ,, i wanna hear you beg

Kinda need to have sex in a hot boxed car. Like I want to be hazily touching up on someone and every breath and pant is just getting us higher. To be surrounded by the heavy smell of weed, stuck in a cramped space, groping and pleasing each other through our clothes while everything feels so good.

I want you to mumble "goodmorning" into the side of my neck as you kiss me awake. And feel you hold onto my waist as you sit up and straddle my lap, brushing the hair out of my face as you pepper my cheeks. I want you to fall back asleep to the sound of my heartbeat in your ears as you lay your head against me

continuing to suck their dick after they cum until all they can do is whine for me… <3

matching bite marks </3 ?

i need to kiss and bite him until he can't think to show him how much i love him— to show him how much he means to me.