yesamberleigh

[yesamberleigh]

[yesamberleigh]

Would you suck my clit?

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[yesamberleigh]

I think she’s in trouble!! 💜💜💜💜

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Uh, wow.

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Wifey taking care of me again... may not be exhaustion, might be sick or something. Tired, dizzy when I get up... boo...

[yesamberleigh]

Past few days, well, week even, Wifey has been off work. I have not, but Wifey has been having her way with me at all hours while home.

Yesterday I broke. Tired, stressed, even sore.

She took all my clothes off, put me in bed, diapered, heated blanket, and massaged me until I passed out.

I dont know how I got so lucky. 💗

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Ho, Ho, Ho, now I have a machine gun...

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OMFG her hair!

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Didn't upload at all last night... oof, sore... but what I was wearing under that sexy outfit, and what I was wearing after she dragged me to bed.

She teased all night in an amazing dress wearing nothing but a harness and strap under it. No one knew but me! 🥰

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Reblog if all your dignity and self respect disappears when your pussy gets wet.

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Friendsmas party, well, Wifey's friends. If anyone notices, yes, I have lost a little weight! Wifey said it was either this getup with toys, this getup with a full on diaper and maybe a stuffer or two (I've worn that before, no hiding it at all), or this outfit plus the chastity belt, and I wouldn't get to play tonight. So...

Now, lets play the guessing game... Which toy did I start with, which is in the photos, and which is going to absolutely destroy my night?

Had a few drinks and feel like sharing!

Merry Christmas!

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[yesamberleigh]

Thinking about a princess who loves to tease her knight bodyguard.

She revels in feeling the other woman's gaze linger on her body when she thinks she's being subtle. It starts slowly at first: stolen glances, words of devotion and praise, an unexpected touch. They've been together for so long, she's her closest companion. Yet there is an impassable distance between them. But despite that, the princess can see in her knight's gaze the hunger for something forbidden, the quiet shame warring with unshakable duty. It drives her wild.

It's amusing to wear more and more revealing dresses when they are together. The princess' skin flushes with excitement as the knight struggles to keep her composure. Her knight is oh so deferential to her. She takes so much pride in her loyalty and respect for her charge, that to see her so clearly struggling with carnal desires is intoxicating. Every nerve is set alight whenever the mask of composure slips. Her knight is just so stoic she cant help but try and get her to break. Like the hound's tormentor, the princess stands just beyond the reach of the chain.

But it escalates, her sense of authority spurning her on. She lets her hands wander while they travel together and her touch lingers far longer than it should. She takes to placing drops of her perfume in her knight's helmet or leaving her used clothing behind for her to find. The princess' begins to demand that her sentinel stand vigil while she changes, giving her knight plenty of fuel for the pyre burning within.

After an evening spent drinking together, she even goes as far as ordering her knight to kneel before her, mouth open. The princess knows that she will obey, no matter how unreasonable the request, without complaint or hesitation. Her smile is tranquil and graceful as she tilts back the woman's head and pours wine from her personal cup directly between her protector's lips. Her own mouth waters in response as she watches the drops spill, forming long, crimson streaks down her knight's muscular chest. She watches her writhe as she struggles not to cough out the priceless vintage. The music of her knight choking and gasping and the whispering rattle of her trembling, gauntleted hands fills her dreams with bliss.

The princess knows what those hands can do, the violence they contain beneath the thin veneer of discipline and poise. She finds herself wondering what would it feel like to have them break free and wrap around her throat? What would it feel like to have them force their way into her mouth or grip her hands behind her back or impact against her sensitive skin? The thoughts consume her. She pushes and pushes, watching her loyal protector slowly descend into a feral, pacing beast. The calm deference in her eyes cracking into an obsessive fever.

When the chain finally snaps, the change is immediate. Her gaze becomes cold and any gentleness or respect has crumbled away revealing the starving animal underneath. Her knight's pride has been hollowed out by an insatiable hunger. The princess knows that she'd never be able to stop whats coming, even as the strong hand grips her jaw roughly and flings her onto her bed. She cant stop the hot, muscled bulk of her once composed knight from pinning her down. She cant stop the sound of tearing silk and ragged desperate breathing that fills her ears. She cant stop her own voice from escaping as the other woman marks her in a savage, desperate rush to claim every inch of her. It wont stop until every teasing ploy has been repaid in spit and ecstasy and blood, until the princess' body and soul have been carved and defiled and possessed by the very person sworn to guard her.

But why would she try and stop it? The princess always, always gets what she wants.

[yesamberleigh]

yearning to be sat on someone's lap in front of a mirror while their thumbs rub slow circles into my hips. getting me to relax against them, let them spread my thighs and see the wet spot i've made for them in my panties

let them pull the fabric to the side, drag their fingers through the wetness i've made for them, bring their fingers up to their lips to taste. tell me how good it is while i hide my face, embarrassed.

to have them finger me with one hand while their other hand holds my jaw, making me watch in the mirror. to have them both praise and degrade me for being such a cute little slut for them, watching myself get fucked like such a good girl

they'll tell me not to cum, to wait until i'm told, to beg. and when i inevitably can't hold it in, i'm met with sharp little slaps to my clit while i cry for them, only to have them overstimulate me so i cum over and over for them to learn my lesson.

a girl can dream.....

- 18+ wlw post : minors/men dni -

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What the hell do you mean “but you can’t feel it when she sucks strap.” I can feel her hands on my thighs while she greedily takes it in. I can feel the base of the strap pushing into me and hitting my clit just right. I can feel her hair in my hands as I move it to the side or pull her in deeper. I can feel my pussy start to throb and drip. I can feel her kissing me with that beautiful blissed out look in her eyes. I can feel it in all of the ways that matter.

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Being hers is a privilege <3