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I don’t just want to be fucked, I want to be pounded into the mattress. I want to feel my tight little pussy clench against you. I want your hands groping every inch of my body. I want my brain to melt into a puddle of pleasure. I want to be so fucked out I can’t focus on anything except my approaching orgasm. I want to drip down your dick, making the most obscene noises. I want your fingers teasing my clit, making me tremble underneath you. I fucking need it.

Girls POV 🔥💦

can’t stop thinking about jerking him off while i’m kissing and biting his neck and whispering filthy things in his ear🤤

Girls POV 💦

Fuuuuck, you drive me so fucking wild that I just want to throw against the wall, rip your top off, and finger you right there in your jeans until you cum all over my fingers🤤💦

Girl I can home to and pick her up and carry her to the counter top while she wraps her legs around me and I ask her about her day and kiss her neck while she giggles and tries to reply as I fervently undress her because I need her skin against mine when?😉

He holds my hand close to his heart and tells me to feel.

To feel the beat, to feel the hurt, to feel the way he bleeds,

The love that’s mine,

The pain he cries,

He holds my hand close.

He holds my hand close to his heart and whispers secrets low,

Of dreams that broke, of paths untold, of sorrows yet to show.

The weight of nights, the silent fights, the shadows that won’t part,

He holds my hand, as if to bind my soul with all his scars.

He holds my hand close to his heart and bids me to stay near,

To trace the lines of life and time, to catch each falling tear.

The laughter lost, the endless cost, of love that cannot cease,

He holds my hand and in his grasp, I find a quiet peace.

He holds my hand close to his heart, and in that tender place,

I feel the strength of all we are, the love that none erase.

The joy, the grief, the sweet belief, that we will find our way,

He holds my hand, and with each pulse, we greet another day.

It hurts.
When she’s not near, it hurts.
I wish I could describe the ache, the longing.
The void.
The emptiness.
The absence of her.
But I can't.
When she’s not touching me, I am cold.
When she is not holding my hand, my soul is dead.
When her lips are not pressed against mine, the universe is silent.
She is the only sound in the universe.
She is everything.
And when she is gone, she takes all that is, was, and ever will be.
She is the only light and my darkness is infinite.
I exist in a vacuum.
My heart beats but the blood doesn't move.
My lungs breathe but the air doesn't move.
Without her, time stands still.
Without her, I am no longer a man.

Despite the worst experiences I've been through, I remain soft and loving.

And that, I can say, are some of things that I am proud of myself—that despite the pain I once had, I chose kindness and love; that 'though my heart once carried sadness and torment, I decided to heal just so I could not pass on the agony, and let it still give comfort and care to people around me. Even if the world once crushed me down, I took my time, picked up my pieces one by one, tried my hardest to patch up myself, and stood up again. I cannot let those worst moments to stop me from this journey. I longed to reach that point wherein my anguish and misery would no longer have controls over me, and now I am here: I am still willing to pour my love to people who deserve to have it—not through drizzles, but through rainshowers; I will give it my all.

And I will continue to be this soft, I will always choose to offer consolation and warmth. I was once left in pieces and fragments, now I am at ease—both my heart and mind are at peace✨♥️

Dm me here for female flacid orgasm 💦

@luvsocietybot

I kiss her tears the same way I kiss the beautiful peaks of her breasts and the warm valley between her thighs. I kissed her nose the way I kiss her belly button, as if to make her giggle. I kissed her forehead the way I kiss the palms of her hands and the tips of her toes, a thank you for everything she does, a thank you for existing.

When we are together, time has no meaning. We lie on a bed of white sheets, we are on the moon, floating in a sea of milk. The stars shine down upon us, their light making our skin glow.

My love is naked. Her hair is dark and falls about her face and shoulders like a shadow. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are parted.

"I love you," she says, and her voice is the most beautiful sound in the universe.

I trace my fingers across her brow and her lips. "You are perfection, and I am unworthy of your love."

"Do not say such things, beloved. There are no words to describe how much I adore you."

"Then we must show each other."

She smiles, and my heart fills with joy. "Yes," she says. "Let us show each other."

Her kisses are fire. They burn through my soul and set my spirit free. When she touches me, it is as if I am being born again, new and clean and pure. She takes away the darkness and the pain, and leaves only the light.

She is my goddess, and I worship her. I kneel at her feet and pray to her, my face against the cool skin of her thigh. I rise and lay my head on her breast, listening to the music of her heartbeat. I stand before her and hold her close, breathing in the scent of her hair.

She is my salvation. She is the air I breathe and the blood in my veins. She is the sun that warms me and the moon that guides me.

"I love you," I whisper.

And she whispers back, "I love you, too." ✨❤️✨

Happy Ganesh Chaturthi
To everyone
Ganpati Bappa Morya ✨♥️

thinking ab giving a girl slow lazy head… maybe we’re cuddling on the couch and I start nuzzling into her tummy a bit. leaving little kisses on her belly and chest as I use my nose to push her shirt up so I can see her pretty tits. sloppily kissing and sucking on her perky nipples until she’s wet and whimpering for me to relieve her. I’d leave a little trail of kisses as I move down her body and I’d stop to nip at the soft skin on her hips, feeling her aching clit through her soaked panties with my fingers. I can’t help that I love seeing my sweet girl all worked up for me. I’d take my sweet time pulling her panties down and leaving little marks on her thighs before I finally give her what she wants. my tongue and lips and nose slick on her wet cunt, moaning into her slightly because she tastes sooo good and I love eating my girl out. not stopping until she’s strung out over the feeling of my mouth on her and the couch is soaked beneath us 🤤💦

i’m the reason you always have a small wet puddle in your underwear😉💦

I’ll sext you in your work hours just to mess up your mind😉🔥

I bet you wish my tongue woke you every morning instead of your alarm😉👅