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New nsfw bed selfie resus video

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This was such a fun idea. Thanks for posting @yami-heart

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When he works all *five* of your chambers at once 🤤

Getting pumped into bliss by @makeitbeat 💋

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Me trying to flirt: Do you want to hear my heartbeat?

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"Well, we should call you hummingbird" The doctor replied when she sked if what she was hearing was normal. "Your heart is beating at around 333 beats per minute and you have no symptoms at all..." The whole story started when her fiancé casually placed his ear on her chest and heard a "machine gun-like" sound coming from it. At the ER, the doctor couldn't belive his ears when he auscultated her and now she's undergoing an experimental diagnostic procedure based on a see-through screen to have a better view on what's going on with her heart. She's standing naked behind a plate, all linked up to a 12-leads ECG while a stethomicrophone is picking up her heartbeat. On the plate, a clear picture of her chest's internal organs is clearly visible. Everyone in the room is looking mesmerized at the inhuman amount of systoles her heart is realizing as the "machine gun-like" sound of its beating is diffused by the room speakers.

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New short self resus video

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My heartbeat last night on Halloween

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Another commission, of one of the best Disney wlw ships featuring a roleplay scene that was incredibly fun to write and draw. Thanks for the commission friend 😁 🐸

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Small, quick visible heartbeat. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Volume up for my after-orgasm heartbeat loop ♡

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The powerful heartbeat of Muscle Mothra~.

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In this scenario we simulate cardiac arrest in a pregnant woman🤰 i think it looks quite real (⌛️7min)

This video is scheduled to be posted tomorrow in the CPR and Resus group on telegram :)

What are you waiting for to join?🤭

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Hello there ! 

I'm enjoying my holidays and I feeled in the mood last night for taking some pictures in my tent.

I would love being resuscitated in a tent ⛺🫣

Let me know what kind of scene you would imagined 😜

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Listen to how 🍃🍃 affects my heartbeat 😌

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Good Boy

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Inspiration struck and here’s another little fic that played out in my mind. Bit kinkier 💙

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MxGN!Reader, 18+

“Shhh, quiet my boy.” You tap a finger chidingly on his chest where you hold your steth. He’s been moaning loudly and you want to hear every pretty sound from his racing heart.

You’re kneeling beside him in bed where he is stretched out fully nude. One hand is stething his heaving chest while the other is around his cock, tugging rapidly as you guide him to climax. You’ve been toying with him for nearly an hour, listening to his excited pump as you kissed him, licked up and down his lean torso, and instructed him on how to breathe. Heightening the experience, you’ve hooked him up to a monitor too, electrodes dotting his skin and leading to the small screen beside the bed, green lines blipping and beeping with every quiver of his heart. Now you can see as well as hear exactly what each of your actions do to it, brushes of your tongue and squeezes of your fist causing it to leap and skitter.

He has been a compliant boy so far, his muscle beautifully loud and reactive to all of your ministrations as you worked it up faster and faster, the pace of his beats almost seeming to match how quickly you stroke his cock. But now he is nearing the end, the pounding thumps at his mitral valve sounding like a jackhammer in your ears as the lines streak tall across the monitor. His heart rate had been spiking over 150 bpm and as his stiff red cock started to leak over your knuckles he threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he moaned. You need him to keep quiet as you see him through to the end. You know it’s a bit cruel, but he did promise to be a good boy for you today.

“Hold your breath,” you order, your hand never slowing on his cock. “You may breathe when you come.”

He shoots you a look, something desperate and wild in his eyes but he nods wordlessly. Then he takes a deep inhale and falls back with his eyes closed, clearly fighting every instinct in order to lay still and silent. His frantic heart rate goes muffled for a moment under your steth then roars back with even more speed, thundering for oxygen as you draw all his energy down between his legs. This is what you wanted; to be the cause of such pleasurable cacophony in his body. You smile as the monitor blips wildly, quick beeps mirroring the tremors you feel under your fingers.

He starts to writhe, arching his back and twisting in the sheets as everything rises to a crescendo. His cock is rock solid, so very close. You know you will be merciful and let him breathe soon. You focus your strokes on his head, using the slight twisting motion he loves so much. He whimpers, grits his teeth and tosses his head against the pillow, veins popping through his muscled neck and forehead as he starts to turn scarlet. Then the skips begin. Loud, discordant stumblings of his tortured heart as it pauses and tumbles over itself. The pattern of the monitor changes entirely, switching from a rapid series of peaks to stretches of nothing smattered with wild lines that ping to the very edges of the screen. His rate is up to 170 bpm. Every part of him is tensed, arrhythmic, as it begs for release.

You grant it, leaning down to bite his nipple between the lead wires, lending enough sensation that he breaks. As his cock throbs in your grasp, cum spattering across his stomach, he explodes with a desperate exhale and then begins to gasp and moan simultaneously, shuddering under your hands. The sounds from his throat compete with the ones in his chest, everything roaring so loud that you have to watch the monitor to decipher what is happening. There too, you can document his orgasm as his irregular skips are punctuated by several distinct sinus thumps when air came rushing back into his lungs.

But as he settles and grows quiet again, his heart stays caught in mayhem. A few seconds of its usual cadence that slow into hard, solitary beats. Then it picks up once more and skips at every third contraction. His face is blissful as he breathes hard, eyes closed, basking in the afterglow. He’s alright but his sweet pump cannot decide upon a rhythm again. As you watch the monitor lines go haywire, flipping between fast and slow, rhythmic and arrhythmic, the beeping a jumble and his beats an unpredictable mess in your ears, you’re moved to guide him back as best you can.

“Just breathe for me, my boy.” You coo, keeping one hand stething various points on his chest while you bring the other to rest on his sternum. You press gently, delivering shallow compressions as you keep your eyes locked on the monitor. You know this is just for your mutual enjoyment and reassurance but you can’t help wondering if your massage over his heart is calming it down and reminding it of the rhythm it should follow. You push the heel of your palm into his breastbone and he exhales softly, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as you pump his chest.

The skips in your ears and on the monitor begin to grow farther apart. A few more delicious pauses and double beats but longer periods of normal activity. He drops out of tachycardia and the steady peaks and valleys return to the screen, each ping marking the the moment you bear down on his chest. You continue your insistent, one handed compressions as you hear his fluttering organ start to calm.

“Good boy, keep that heart beating steady for me. You’ve been such a good boy.”

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Sketch dump