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noooooo i don't have a praise kink haha..... it's just a coincidence that my pupils turn into little pink hearts when you tell me i've done a good job 🥴🥴🥴

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"the way i see it, how i feel doesn't really matter if it's just one-sided...so, i thought it'd just be better to keep it to myself generally as i'd rather enjoy spending time with you like this than not at all." it was simple to vasya, he didn't want to complicate the good things in his life. he wouldn't even be divulging this much if he wasn't stoned. "but may i remind you, you're the only one here not actually saying anything back...so, do you see any potential between us?"

if she weren't so high, her nerves might've been worse. when the realization hits that he was in fact being serious, her brows raised out of curiosity. "i didn't know you felt that way." was all she could muster up at the time, always so stunned at the prospect of someone wanting to be with her. her grin returned momentarily, though it didn't quite reach her eyes with the thought of her next question coming to mind. "you're not fucking with me, are you?"

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It was hard to believe that he was finally in front of her behind closed doors. He had thought about this so many times that it felt surreal. Just the memory of all the naughty photos she had sent him and secrets she had shared had been enough to spur him on to find her so soon after getting out on good behavior. Paul nodded, not shocked to find out she lived with her parents. "That's cool." He said before she could add the additional explanation. He had to fight back the grin that threatened to break out on his face. The fact that he had managed to seduce the daughter of voluntary attendees of a Jesus booze cruise added a new layer of satisfaction for him. He let out his out soft laugh at her words. "So we're all alone, then." Before he could get too worried about her mentioning still being in school, the addition of 'campus' was enough to remind him she was definitely legal. "Fuck, you're even more adorable than I thought you'd be," he blurted out, wanting to see just how quickly he could get her to shift out of the anxious energy she was currently shrouded in. "I'm good for right now, thanks, but..." He let his words trail off as he gave her a slow once over as he walked towards her. He hooked an arm around her waist to pull her into a tight hug, his other arm wrapping just below her shoulders. "I've been waiting to do this for so long." He held her close for another few seconds before stepping back, but let the arm's hand that was wrapped around her upper back trail down her inner arm until he ended at her hand, taking it in his own. "Give me a spin, pretty girl. Gotta get the full picture in-real-life."

“You could say that.” she breathed out in a nervous giggle. Though now that the initial shock was beginning to wear off, Aurora couldn’t deny that was happy to see him. It had been almost a week since she’d heard from him, and she’d regretfully started to think that he’d grown bored of her. The mere thought had made her ache, and so to have him standing before her now as solid proof that she hadn't in fact lost his interest? Well, the girl was equal parts thrilled and anxious about the implications. At his question about her living arrangements, a whole new wave of embarrassment flooded her. She hadn't exactly been forthcoming with the information over the course of their...flirtation. "My parents." she admitted shamefully. "But they're not here though!" she tacked on hastily. "They're off on this Christian wine tasting boat excursion — otherwise known as the Jesus booze cruise." she explained, not even considering the fact that she was telling this virtual stranger that she would be alone in the empty house for days. "I'm sort of stuck here until I finish school. My dad didn't want me living on campus, he was concerned about there being too many...temptations." she finished, cheeks reddening yet again. It wasn't lost on her at all that the man currently standing in their foyer had done nothing but lead her to temptation, all from the safety and comfort of her pristine bedroom upstairs. Hands ringing together nervously, Aurora pushed the thoughts from her mind and glanced towards the kitchen. It abruptly occurred to her how rude she was being. "Oh! I'm so sorry! Can I get you anything? A drink or something to eat or — " She shrugged with a smile, ever the polite hostess. "Is there anything you'd like?"

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MY FAULT: LONDON (2025)

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The White Lotus S03E03 "The Meaning of Dreams"

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"oh, i'd only find the best to impress you. if that's even a possibility." he wasn't broke, but he knew he likely didn't have the material wealth to impress a girl like lana. he laughed when her scoff nearly caused her to choke on her hit, feeling it somewhat was karmic retaliation for making fun of it. he let himself fall back into the couch cushions at her shove, acting as if she was far more strong than she actually was. "you know, i read a book that said desire isn't always spontaneous and sometimes it's more...uh, responsive? i think it was. so maybe you haven't felt the urge because we've never really done anything. some things are like a good soup, you know. they take time to develop." he laughed at her final words. "i like that you're confusing. you contain multitudes. i still think you owe it to yourself to at least...i don't know, kiss me? it doesn't have to mean anything and we can forget all about it if you find it awful. but at least we'd both know definitively."

"i wanna see some real genuine effort, ok? none of that goofy party city shit, you need a lace front at the very least," she insisted, pointing an accusatory finger his way. they did get along well, he was right about that. despite their many differences, their energies meshed in a way that lana didn't find with most people, and because of that she valued their friendship enough to not want to ruin it. the scoff she let out nearly made her choke on the smoke she was about to exhale, leaning over to give his chest the firmest shove she could muster. "that's what i'm saying! if i haven't gotten the urge to fuck you by now, it's just not there." not that she'd never thought about it before, but clearly the urge had never grown strong enough for her to want to indulge, and there was no reason to go and test things now. she had to distract herself with another drag just to keep snapping back at him immediately, using that time to compose her thoughts and consider her best argument. "yeah," she shrugged, holding the joint back out to him. "i am confusing. so don't date me! problem solved."

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Sydney Sweeney

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She felt so precariously suspended between the edge trying not to come and feeling her body so fully be made to feel pleasure in ways she never knew possible. She knew she had spouted off promises that would likely land her in over her head, but it was a risk she felt had a high likelihood of paying off well and then some. Her walls were already bearing down on Benji's fingers in the build up to her climax. She was babbling pleading 'please'es and 'need it so much' by the time Benji finally relented and gave her permission to cum. Her whole body was shaking as it finally hit her, back arching as she screamed from the combined effect of their hands on her, fingers in her, and mouth on her as well as general attention trained so perfectly on her. "I'm yours, I'm yours," she said in her daze. "Yours to do whatever you want with. Yours to use, fuck, fuck." She exclaimed, breathless as the waves of pleasure continued to wash over her.

Benji had been able to recognize just what sort of special woman that had come waltzing into their lives, but Bo wasn't all that far behind. Possessiveness tinged with something just a little softer that kept her safe from the blade, unharmed outside of anything and everything that was asked for, of course. She was a hot little number and having her on his arm? It hit that need for a fuck you to the world in an almost similiar manner to the killings. He let out a low whistle at the offers that came spewing forth from her mouth. Admittedly, he was hard as a rock by now, his cock straining against the board shorts that were doing little to hide the arousal. Not that it seemed to matter when they were being left to their own devices. This place was perfect. His other hand trailed lightly along the length of her spine, the barest of touchs before curling around her torso to cup one of her breasts. Squeezed in time with her neck. "Think our girl is desperate for it. Why don't we just give her what she so wants? Hm? Can't say that I hate the idea of filming her taking one of us later. A knife pressed against this pretty neck and her begging for more." The fantasy was playing out in his mind and his hands tightened a little further before relaxing.

A grin spread across Benji's features as she began to just throw ideas out into the open in order to get what she so needed in that moment. Things that she had not yet consented to but quickly was changing her mind on in the desperation that encompassed her. The sort of submission and willingness, that desperation that caused a rush of its own through his entire system. A facet of the relationship and the way that she put such a level of deep trust in them that Benji could get high on alone. There was no doubt that she wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, struggling as much as she was as it was. Fingers continued to assault that soft spot he knew would have her losing all control. "Such promises. Guess we will have to see just have to see what we can make of them later. But, she's earned it. Go on. Be a good whore and cum on my fingers." Benji watched her face closely, not needing the visual but always loving it. Seeing her come undone because of them, knowing that she knows just who those hands belonged to was always something that raised his arousal. He leaned in a little closer and placed a hard bite against her calf, unable to get closer in order to mark her thigh.

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Lili Reinhart 🤍

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JENNA ORTEGA  attends the Vanity Fair Oscar Party (March 02, 2025)

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Matthew Broome As Nick Leister | MY FAULT: LONDON (2025)

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her follow-up question had him moderately frazzled, feeling as if he had already stated his case that made perfectly good sense in his book, and yet it still hadn't seemed to register as anything serious for her. "uh, i mean, yeah?" he shrugged at her last words. "i'm not the one knocking anything here. i'm just saying, if it's a kink of yours...then...it's relatively achievable, you know. with me." vasily wasn't always so awkward or even this wordy, but his high had just set in and his honesty had also gone into overdrive.

if she were being honest, she didn't really know why the proposition made her laugh; maybe it was because she thought it was a joke (or it could have been from the joint she'd smoked moments prior). her laughter died as he spoke, though the smile was still on her face. "you're serious?" she hadn't meant to sound so bitchy, but the idea threw her off entirely. distracted from his last words, she opened her mouth yet again. "don't knock my friends to lovers kink, please. i hear enough about it from the band."

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Kaleb relied on his senses of hearing and touch to be the primary foundation on how he experienced her hands finding his belt, savoring the soft clink of the metal as she undid the buckle as much as the lingering sensation of when her hands had trailed down his torso. His head tilted to the side as his gaze remained fixed on her face, breaking eye contact to observe her every expression. He spread his legs further than he had already leisurely been doing, anticipating that she might soon need a dedicated spot if she continued. He was already more than pleased with her taking things further than even he had hypothetically requested. Hell, he could have just meant for her to get on her knees and beg him. Her dainty palm rubbing at his tenting crotch only served to tell him that Wendy could be pushed further. His thumb hovered over the waste bin icon on the email. "I think you know that even if I delete the e-mail, it doesn't mean you're safe here," he said in a hushed tone directly beside her ear before hitting delete, but still kept the phone in his hand. While he didn't plan to threaten her further, he did like the idea of providing a little fuel for the fire behind her actions. He leaned forward as his head angled into her as his nose brushed along her cheek and lower jaw. "Now, get on your knees, Wendy. You clearly want to, and I have to admit, I'm interested to see how pretty those big brown eyes will be looking up at me." He waited a beat for her to at least pull back before using his phone to open his camera and switching to the video function. "You're such an on-screen talent I'm sure you don't mind if I record this, right? You really transform in front of a camera, from what I've seen."

And there it was; the concrete request she needed to hear. Wendy refused to allow him to add offering sexual favors to her list of infractions, but if it ever came down to it, she knew she could play the part of the helpless, innocent girl exploited by an upperclassmen. Nothing like a little mutually assured destruction. Her eyes stayed locked on Kaleb's as both hands drifted down his torso before coming to rest on his belt, slowly and deliberately sliding the leather out of the buckle. She leaned in to allow her lips to hover near his ear as delicate fingers drifted down to teasingly trace against his length through the fabric, eager to fill him stiffen in response to her touch. Being desired was a drug Wendy would never tire of. "Just as soon as I see you delete that e-mail." she purred in his ear, palm smoothing deliberately over the front of his slacks.

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MY FAULT: LONDON ( 2025 ) dir. Charlotte Fassler, Dani Girdwood

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“That routine I told you about earlier, and then I’ll head to the gym. On Wednesdays I do ballet. When I can’t hit the gym, I’ll try and get some form of activity going. A hike or a run, or maybe just a walk." - DEREK LUH