"𝑾𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈? 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒘𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚."

pout.

grabby hands.

which is…?

of course. she doesn’t want to be clueless about sex forever,,,

maybe she could try riding it—.

nod, nod. she’s already so needy for him.

but why? pout.

of course. ♡

here and now. ✨

then give smooch.

shuffles closer, staring up at him. wow——he’s 𝒃𝒊𝒈.

she’d turn her back to him while stripping, not wanting to falter beneath his gaze. still, she would leave her tights on——wondering if he’d like to tear through them.

stands on her tippy-toes, planting a kiss to his cheek. if only she was bold enough to go straight for the lips…

approaches, somewhat timid. she’s an eager learner !

horns… handlebars… ah, she’s blushing.

x.com/i/events/15008…

compliantly sits herself down on his lap, making herself comfortable. one arm would hook around the back of his neck, the other’s hand resting against his chest. ❛ i’m ready. ❜

r u i n h e r .

sits.