This could be us, but you're too busy looking at other boys.

Late night car rides.

I miss you ♡

I love cute, needy, and desperate boys in short skirts ♡

Be a good pet, come please daddy with your pretty little mouth.

Oral fixation

My new neighbour seems cute, should I go say hi?

Wouldn't it be so adorable if you spread your legs wide apart and let me touch and tease you? All while we watch your cute expressions and moans of pleasure in the mirror.

Thinking about tying someone up in front of a mirror and slowly teasing and edging them, forcing the whining and crying sub to watch themselves being reduced to a drooling mess by me.

Eating her pussy out until she's overstimulated, then roughly fucking her when she's already crying and oh so sensitive >>>>

If you're talking to my crush, you're automatically placed on my hitlist.

☆ hand kink i noticed you staring at my hand, admiring the way it moves. i can see the way your breath hitches, and it makes me smirk. “you like my hands, huh? maybe i should give you a real show,” i tease, leaning in closer to you.

☆ blasphemy "caught you kneeling here, huh? praying so sweetly," i smirk, stepping closer. “all this devotion, but i think you’re looking for something else to worship, aren’t you?” your cheeks flush, a mix of shame and excitement as my hand brushes your face.

Hand holding >>>

A new person has moved into the neighbourhood. Don't you want to say hello to your new neighbour?

You’re shaking, baby. Trying so hard to push me away, but look at you—still spreading your legs wider, still begging for more. You can’t even speak anymore, just those sweet little whimpers. Don’t worry, I’ll decide when you’ve had enough.

Keep telling me how much you hate this while you moan my name like a good little toy. Go on, fight back—if you really wanted to leave, you wouldn’t be gripping my wrists this tight, would you?

Poor thing. You were so focused on keeping quiet that you didn’t even hear the door open. Keep still, baby. Let them watch you squirm. Let them see what a needy little thing you are for me.

You can cry all you want, but that pretty mouth of yours was made for begging. So go on—beg. Tell me how much you need it. Tell me how good you’ll be. Maybe then I’ll let you come.

That cute little act you pulled, flirting in front of me—you think I wouldn’t notice? Look at you now, pinned to my bed, trembling under my hands. You’re mine, sweetheart. And I’ll make sure you don’t forget it.