On (not) Giving a F*ck
I don’t give a fuck. Have you ever heard someone say — or said yourself — “I don’t give a fuck”? Sometimes, perhaps, it’s “I don’t give a flying fuck.”… Read more »
I don’t give a fuck. Have you ever heard someone say — or said yourself — “I don’t give a fuck”? Sometimes, perhaps, it’s “I don’t give a flying fuck.”… Read more »
Trituration Knees up, thighs splayed wide, my slippery wet is overriding my fingers’ desperate attempts to unhood my clit. He is between my knees, kneeling, pushing his ringed hardness (Where… Read more »
Come here, love. Kneel. Push your shoulders between my thighs and let me drape my legs over you. Let the relaxed weight of bent-splayed desire guide you downward. Feel the… Read more »
My muscled walls, dripping from our combined release, clamp against his cock as he pounds his steady demanding rhythm inside my cunt. My fingers slip, grasping for purchase between my… Read more »