#so i finished this eating brunch outside with beary at the bookstore

[createacamillahect]

YAAAOWWWW TAKEOUT ANON HERE SO GLAD YOU QUIT YOUR JOB! LETS PARTY!

What do you feel about drooling while having sex because that shit drives me crazy. Like. The inherent loss of control ?!?!?! Relates to your last post about Palamedes' stamina btw 😭😭 you and Prev Anon both are geniuses ....

Like. Palamedes getting strapped HARD and scratching his fingers on the sheets because it feels so full and good. Biting the pillow, muffled moaning and whimpering, toe curling, mouth open, drooling all over the pillowcase... (Cam doesn't wash it after, just lets it dry up to be used to muffle her nose with his scent whenever she's masturbating like the freaks they are)

Palamedes thrusting on top of Camilla and his jaw is dropping open as her tight heat engulfs him, eyes rolled back, and there's drool spilling out his lower lip and into her sternum because he keeps panting and grunting like a dog in heat as he thrusts and slaps against her hips....

Palamedes getting blow/handjobbed and his jaw falling open, a string of drool dripping from his lips and him getting so careful not to drip it on Cam's hair while also trying not to buck his hips onto Cam's wet, hot mouth too hard to hurt her, or maybe if it's a handjob then Cam is laughing at his sight and kissing the wetness off his lips and pulling away from his lovestruck face saying "it cannot be that good, Warden," (it is that good).

- Sincerely, your most devoted fan,🥡

Fuuuuck

Devoted fan??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love you too takeout anon!!! My last day is May 30!!! TOMORROW??? New job June 3 start 😎 I will be working outside with trees so stay tuned for my uphill battle against poison ivy/oak

Last ask here!

She loves his ass, too. Pulling and needing the soft flesh fat reserves there, dragging her hands along and feeling the slight bumps of acne. How there's less fat in his ass than hers, another the starch contrast between their two bodies.

She's mesmerized by the soft bounce in his flesh as she thrusts into him, taking note of his health as she does. He makes little keening noises into the pillow. His perfect teeth bite into the pillow below as he gets closer, and when she keeps going after he's come, his mouth hangs open with it gagged between his lips as he soaks it.

Sometimes afterwards she will shove the pillow between her legs beneath her vibrator and let out soft moans at the idea that it's his face and saliva she's grinding down on.

He's always so caring, sometimes she just has to instruct him to fuck her until he comes, holding a vibrator to herself until he's thrusting his hips into her needily, her clenching and thrusting against him hard as her whole body shakes in orgasm. She loves to be used for him.

Some of his saliva drips on her bare skin. It's heavier than the beads of his sweat. His eyes are scrunched shut, mauve kiss swollen lips hanging open as he concentrates on not orgasming until during hers.

Camilla enjoys blowing Palamedes. His fingers flutter nervously near her hair and he's always so needy like this. His lips are shiny and flushed from how often he licks his bottom lip to keep the drool from falling into her hair. He succeeds 1/3 of the time. She loves in particular when his saliva drips heavy on her face: cheekbones and nose.

She doesn't understand that the calluses on her hand drive him wild with just the slightest bit of roughness. He has calluses too, but theyre in different places and never feel as good as hers. His are from writing, on the inside of his thumb and the last knuckle of his ring finger. Most of hers are along the insides of her hands from her knives.

He buries his head in her neck, his hot breath on her neck as he mouthes her neck, mouth gaping open long enough to drip drool into the hollow of her shoulder, which slowly slides down her collarbone.

She feels something primal in her burn when she sees his precum dribble on her hand, so she pauses every so often to pull away and dip her fingers in herself, leaving as much of him inside her as she can before returning her wet fingers to his cock.

She kisses him and he chases her face as she laughes, biting and pulling her lip into his mouth, the hot slick of his mouth making her moan. She nips his tongue and questions, "Cat's got your tongue, Warden?" to which he breathlessly laughs, eyes screwed closed, and gives an affirmative grunt. She asks him if it's that good, or if he's just being dramatic ("It cannot be that good, Warden") and he drags the length of his nose along the wetness of her neck. He gathers enough breath to stop by her ear and whisper huskily, lips brushing against her ear with each syllable, "It really fucking is, Camilla." Which leads her to impatiently throwing a leg over his hips and riding him.

Dripping with his saliva and several orgasms later, they lay in bed kissing and he tells her again how good it was. She kisses him.