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Lady Dimitrescu by billygrilly

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🎶" Hoy me puse linda para verte, Y tú que estás con suerte "🎶

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the way dicks twitch when theyre cumming? is the hottest possible tbing im a huge slut for that

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Halloween Witch Mercy by monorirogue

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listen hobbit pussy could be mediocre (doubtful) but even if it was it's still followed by a 17 course homecooked meal and the kind of weed that would make sauron scared. lithe beautiful immortal elven pussy has no power compared to the simple, hardworking hobbit. and it goes without saying that you cannot handle dwarven pussy.

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Lady Dream by Rubismar da Costa

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"Bring me her.."

(Geto-sama im running. Pls someone make a fanfic of this UGH)

Full Body art + NSFW version on my Patreon! Link in bio and on my Twitter: @polariae

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BOOOY

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indelible

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50 posts!

Personal milestone! 😂 Keeping it (mostly) in our pants/in the right place!

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Halloween Vampire by steevinlove

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heya! i love the blog! if you’re comfortable with it, prompt #55 with Ulquiorra, please? tysm!!

55. “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

Straddling your lap, Ulquiorra feels uncomfortably small. Your hand is on the dip of his lower back; a steadying presence that he doesn’t need at all. And yet, he finds himself leaning into it more than he can hide. 

Just minutes ago, you covered his skin with kisses and touches that forced his body into an annoying state of arousal. Your mouth on his throat, your hands on every sensitive place you could find, leaving him hot and squirming even as the sensations leave him disgusted and tense. 

By all rights, he should walk away and not allow this to happen. And yet, Ulquiorra is staying right there— maybe hoping that you’ll do more. 

“Hurry up, human. Do what you’re intending to,” Ulquiorra says, and his voice isn’t quite as level as he wants it to be. His body is tense, anticipating, and he despises how agitated you’ve left him with such ease.

“If you want to come, you can move,” you tell him.

“Meaning?”

“It’s my thigh or nothing. I’m not helping you get off, this time. I want to see you do it on your own.” With that instruction, you pull him forward, just slightly, with the hand on his back. The slight movement puts pressure between his legs— a sudden shock of good that makes him twitch all over and have to bite back some involuntary, desperate sound. 

Ulquiorra scowls. He wants to tell you he’d never debase himself in such a manner, but something holds him back. He’s hot down to the pit of his stomach, needy in a way that he doesn’t yet have the ability to resist. 

And worse, you’re looking at him with eager expectation, something far too tender in your eyes, and in the end, Ulquiorra is weak. 

Looking away, he braces himself with his hands on your shoulders. Even though the motion is awkward, he rolls his hips forward the slightest bit. The bolt of pleasure comes again, hot against where he’s already hard and oversensitive. He could come like this, quite likely. If he moves right, if he keeps going, he’ll push himself over the edge there in your lap. You’d see him desperate like that, obedient for you, and not at all what he should be. 

He does. His body’s need wins out, and Ulquiorra caves to the all-too-human impulse to take what he wants and let himself feel good. 

Before long, he’s ducking his head forward so he doesn’t have to face you, shivering as the friction intensifies. You keep that hand on his back and hold him right where you want him to be, and whisper filthy praise in his ear. The pleasure builds until it feels like he’s choking on it. 

It’s far too easy to keep going. Now that the haze of pleasure is too thick to form proper thoughts, shame is slipping farther and farther away. You’re touching him, and there’s nothing else for him to focus on. 

“That’s right,” you say. “I want you to feel good.”

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Lady Dimitrescu for one of my sticker club designs 

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restrained bastard  ♥