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Feenin for you I want you not gently but the way storms want to ruin silence. The way hunger don’t ask for permission. The way my thighs ache at just the thought of your voice turning into command. I’ve been patient. Sweet. Innocent enough in daylight but come night, my mouth forgets manners and my body remembers you. I want you rough. I want your hands wrapped in my hair like you’re holding on for answers between my legs. I want your teeth on my neck, your name in my mouth, and my breath caught in the kind of moan I can’t control. Let me say it clear: I don’t wanna make love tonight. I want you to **** me like I’m your secret, your stress relief, your favorite vice. Pin me. Bite me. Stretch me out until I forget my name and only remember yours grunted in my ear as you hit the kind of spot that makes my knees question God. I want you sliding in slow, just to tease, then pulling my hips back like you mad I ever tried to keep you out. Let the bed shake. Let my neighbors judge. Let my body beg in that language only your fingers understand. Put your lips between my thighs and don’t speak. Just taste. Make a mess of me. Make it sloppy. Make me curse in tongues I don’t even speak. Then flip me. ****** into me like the world’s ending and you want your name etched in my spine when it does. I want my nails in your back, your hands gripping harder with every moan I feed you, and when you finish don’t pull out yet. Stay there. Deep. Let me feel you twitch, drip, claim me like a prayer whispered into sweat-soaked skin. And after? No words. Just that smug look on your face like you know exactly what you did— and I’d let you do it all over again. Twice. Maybe three times, if your stamina’s as good as that mouth.
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Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
Feenin for you
Feenin for you I want you not gently but the way storms want to ruin silence. The way hunger don’t ask for permission. The way my thighs ache at just the thought of your voice turning into command. I’ve been patient. Sweet. Innocent enough in daylight but come night, my mouth forgets manners and my body remembers you. I want you rough. I want your hands wrapped in my hair like you’re holding on for answers between my legs. I want your teeth on my neck, your name in my mouth, and my breath caught in the kind of moan I can’t control. Let me say it clear: I don’t wanna make love tonight. I want you to **** me like I’m your secret, your stress relief, your favorite vice. Pin me. Bite me. Stretch me out until I forget my name and only remember yours grunted in my ear as you hit the kind of spot that makes my knees question God. I want you sliding in slow, just to tease, then pulling my hips back like you mad I ever tried to keep you out. Let the bed shake. Let my neighbors judge. Let my body beg in that language only your fingers understand. Put your lips between my thighs and don’t speak. Just taste. Make a mess of me. Make it sloppy. Make me curse in tongues I don’t even speak. Then flip me. ****** into me like the world’s ending and you want your name etched in my spine when it does. I want my nails in your back, your hands gripping harder with every moan I feed you, and when you finish don’t pull out yet. Stay there. Deep. Let me feel you twitch, drip, claim me like a prayer whispered into sweat-soaked skin. And after? No words. Just that smug look on your face like you know exactly what you did— and I’d let you do it all over again. Twice. Maybe three times, if your stamina’s as good as that mouth.
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Sitting at the restaurant Eating with your friends Suddenly you realize You're in for a surprise Hiding under your table Hiding from your friends I'm hoping to have some fun Trying to make you *** You try not to make a face You try not to grin Hope no one will make a fuss If someone catches us As i start to spread your legs And kissing your thigh My tongue moves to lick your **** Can't get enough of it You begin to lose control As I'm eating you Trying not to come undone As you begin to *** I am still not done with you After you have cummed I continue licking you Until ****** two Time to leave the restaurant And to start act 2 In the limo off we go You're my girl, I'm your beau You take off all of your clothes And kneel before me Seeing just how hard i am You stroke me with your hand You then start ******* my **** Making me feel great Pleasing me until I'm done You swallow all my *** Both of us in ecstasy Living out this fantasy
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 2:22 AM UTC
The Restaurant