SoooAudrey posts
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There is something about making powerful men weak... I've recently discovered the pleasure of dominating powerful, confident men. How delicious they sound when their cocks are milked dry, how sweet they become when they know that they are allowed to completely let go. It's such a privilege to hear them whimper. To watch their eyes lose that sharpness, the gaze that often pierces made soft. Watching them worship my feet, listening to their breathless pleading, it fills me with such a rush. I just want to ruin them and make them feel safe...
When you are asleep and you feel your roommates hands slip under your shirt, you won't make a noise, as large hands gently cup your breasts. A rough thumb sliding over the peak of your nipple, making your breath hitch. "Shhhh...its just a dream..." Straying hands delving further beneath the covers, exploring the length of your stomach. Dipping into each groove and crevice of your body as you shudder with arousal, your eyes still glued shut with sleep. Your mind feels foggy, as you struggle to say something, anything- to fall silent....
I want you to put me to sleep, then use my mouth, gently slipping past my agape lips to poke against the spongy, wet tongue..sliding your sensitive member along the silken wall of my inner cheek…feeling your way to my throat, until you’re sliding yourself to the hilt, and I’m swallowing around you♥︎
