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my toxic trait is thinking i could be a sassy lil brat but knowing in my heart i’m a desperate people pleaser w a raging praise kink

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I like to sit back and imagine getting my tits played with. I just want a girl to hold me against her body and grope me.

Twist my nipples and make me moan at the sensitivity. I'll get so wet, so quickly and I'll beg for more.

I'll try and persuade you to fuck me, but you'll shake your head, "Just be quiet and let me play with you."

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Déesse en Glam by Lise Charmel / 32-38 B-DD + 32-42 D-F

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Joséphine by Empreinte / 28-40 C-F + 30-44 C-F / Runs big in the cups

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Budapest by Simply Be / 36-48 B-F

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I’m ready for bookclub 📚 It’s an usual evening in autumn🍂 I’m wearing a comfy sweater from a special someone. Since I’m hoping I won’t be wearing any clothes by the end of the evening I didn’t bother with wearing anything underneath the sweater. It is long enough to cover my ass but just barely, so when I bend over to place my book on the table you get a look of my butt cheeks. I act innocent, like it’s the usual bookclub and sit on one end of the couch. Cross legged like that only the sweater covering me up I can see you looking at me but I just reach for the book and place it on my lap. We use to read to each other, you read one chapter out loud and I do the same for the next chapter. When it’s your turn again I let one of my legs fall to the floor next to the couch, therefore spreading my legs and giving you a peek of my bare pussy. I hear your voice stutter and a sharp inhale but otherwise you continue reading.

There is still a page left for you to read so I take it a step further, sliding closer towards you and rubbing the skin of my leg against yours, watching your reaction. Occupied as I am I don’t hear you finishing the chapter. What I do notice is you closing the book, grabbing hold of my leg and pulling me closer. I let out a surprised squeal and it takes you barely a second to have me situated in your lap. You pat my thighs and reach for my book to open it for me on the chapter we left off.

“There you go, go on sweetheart, it’s your turn” you whisper sweetly as you wrap your arms around my waist until my back is against your chest. I struggle with the first words, expecting a move, a touch, but you keep your hands around my waist, seemingly unbothered. When I find my voice again, reading clearly and loud, that’s the moment you’ve been waiting for. Your arms sneek to my thighs, putting them on the left and right side of yours so you can spread them by spreading your own. And that’s what you do. Spreading my legs and starting to trace the inner side of my thigh. My breath hitches, my free hand grabs onto your wrist, but you shake your head, taking my hand and putting it on the book “go on sweetheart” winking and grinning. I let out a whimper but try to concentrate on the book, the sentence, the word that’s right infront of me but all I can think of is your hands. How they are stroking my leg, playful squeezes, hands running up and down on my waist.

I start wiggling in your lap and that’s when I feel it, the bulge against my ass. I bite my lower lip and try to grind against the bulge while reading. My words change between being rushed and having long breaks in between, depending on what your hands are doing. You keep torturing me the whole time and it feels like my chapter will never end. I can’t say if I’ve read one page already or just one sentence, it’s all a blurr. And once I’m near the end of the chapter your hands push your my sweater up so you can place your hand right over my pussy.

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when you’ve been finger fucking me for so long that my brain completely slipped away, and you give me a short break so you can reach for something behind you. I want to ask why you stopped but I’m so overstimulated that all I can get out is a confused pouting noise, straining to see what was so important that you had to leave me empty, but you guide me back down with gentle hands and a quiet “relax princess, you know I’m not done yet” before you shove your tongue down my throat and press a vibrator to my clit

this is for the lesbians and dykes n other wlw only!!

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Cozy love... Just being comfortable together, feeling no shame in anything, laying on each other casually with a thin throw blanket on the sofa, reading books or playing on your phone while the other does their own thing, random kisses and 'I love you's for no real reason other than being absolutely smitten with each other, feeling no need to put up a front when together, just being together as if you were one and the same with no need to hide any part of yourself

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reblog and tag the 3 things in your wardrobe that sum up your personality

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A girl’s natural habitat is in a bed with many blankets and pillows and it’s inhumane to remove her from her natural habitat

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Girls don’t want boys. Girls want to glide down ladders in their own private library while their red cloak flutters behind them, owning swords and many chocolates, with fast WiFi at all times.

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i love you lesbian sexuality i love you lesbian gender fuckery i love you strap i love you butchfemme i love you stone tops and pillow princesses i love you girls who are good boys

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i’m not a real person i am just made up of abandonment issues and identity issues and mommy issues and daddy issues and attachment issues and anger issues

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‘Hecate’ by Fernanda Suarez.

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* walking round the supermarket muttering to myself* loneliness is still time spent with the world loneliness is still time spent with the world loneliness is still time spent with the world loneliness is still