❥𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓽𝔂❥

it’s so funny how we’re on this app like “yeah i wasn’t loved as a child and have a poor relationship with my parents, anyway here’s a video of me cumming with sound, i really like the idea of being fucked at knifepoint u know .. what’s your name btw?”

Kissing your neck & rubbing you through your panties every chance I get

I get hard & moan while eating pussy do you still want me

Call me so I can remind you how good your name sounds when I cum & moan it for you

lying on his chest and stroking his dick while we have a sloppy make out session

I just want to see pretty men crying, or bleeding, or both.

The sluttiest thing a man can do is ask "oh yeah?"

I'm delusional but in a way that I know I'm delusional u do not have to tell me. I'm self aware.

me

get me high and use me however you want

"fuck," he muttered.

i look up at him, eyes wide and filled with tears, mouth suctioned around his cock.

"i've got to jump on a call with my team." when i continued my movements, he grabbed my hair and forced me to freeze. "i said i have to meet with my team. be a good girl and cock warm me with your mouth. can you do that for me?"

i nodded eagerly and kept my mouth around him. after a few minutes my jaw started to ache and i was getting restless. my cunt was still throbbing with arousal and his velvet cock was hard in my mouth. i knew i was being a bad girl but i couldn't help myself; i started grazing my tongue against his shaft and felt him jerk. his grip on my hair tightened. my thighs clenched.

my tongue strokes got heavier and i started to stroke the base of his cock with one hand. the other hand moved gracefully up his thigh and cupped his balls. i wanted to make out with his cock but i'll settle for this. i felt his cock twitch in my mouth and his body grew more rigid. his voice was starting to falter. i wasn't sure if he was muted but i hoped he wasn't. i wanted his team to hear him cum.

i stroked faster and his grip on my hair grew slack as pleasure started filling his veins. i took advantage of the freedom and used my mouth to stroke him in long, fast motions. my hand was twisting around him, only stopping when i dipped my head down far enough to take him down my throat. he grunted and beat his fist on the table.

i smiled. i kissed the tip of his cock and looked him in the eyes. he was trying to end the meeting but i heard people talking. i placed kisses down his cock and drew patterns with my tongue. i wanted to consume him.

my hand drew downwards to my wet cunt. i was so aroused i was starting to ache. i brushed my finger across my clit and groaned over his cock. his hips shifted forward and he was coughed to cover up his own arousal.

finally, his meeting ended and he closed his laptop. he lifted my head off his cock with my hair.

"you're such a good fucking slut." i keened at the praise. he grabbed my face tight and leaned forward, "but you're also a bad girl. i told you to cock warm me. and did you?"

i whimpered and shook my head no.

"no, you fucking didn't. do you know what happens to girls who don't fucking obey?"

my entire pelvic region was throbbing now. i needed to cum or i was going to explode. "no, i don't, sir."

he chuckled. "yes, you fucking do. they get fucked until their cunt is so full of cum, a cock can barely even fit inside anymore. but your disobedience is going to cost more. i'm going to have to rape you in your sleep, too."

my thighs were clenched tight in a poor attempt to satisfy my arousal. "please no, i promise i'll be a good girl next time."

"too fucking late, slut."

Been sharing a room with a friend for the last month. So hard to not touch myself during that time, getting so wet at night, needing my fingers at night to fill me.

I try so hard to be quiet, using my hand to muffle the pants and the moans as I rub my clit, trying to make myself cum so I can sleep. After the first week they probably got sick of me, hearing my wines, seeing my blanket shake as I tried to make myself cum. Hearing the loud wines when I failed must have made them so hard, so frustrated. If only I was quick, if I was quiet - maybe he could have lived with it I was.

Could have ignored the gasps and went to sleep. He was sick of it, hearing me whine like a bitch in heat every single night. He could have lived with it, until I woke him up whining and crying trying to muffle the noises after another failed orgasm. I wouldn’t even hear him get out of bed, too busy trying to keep myself quiet as I tried again. Must have been my third time trying to cum by then. Wouldn’t notice him until I felt the covers lifting off of me, freezing as I felt him slide in next to me, feeling his cock press against my ass and try to slide its way through my thighs. “God, stay quiet for once” he would groan, sliding his cock into my cunt.

“I’ll fuck the heat out of you, I promise” he would moan pressing me into my bed, fucking me fast and hard. Letting out all the frustration of the past weeks where I left him hard and aching. I wouldn’t even get the chance to object with him shoving my face into the bed, suffocating me in the process. After that he would fuck me every night, making sure the only tears I would spill were the ones from me cumming on his cock.

stairway to adulthood