it is the hottest thing when a girl touches your thighs like fuck me uP
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Turn ons
- ●slow, passionate kisses
- ●grabbing my waist
- ●holding my face when you kiss me
- ●neck biting
- ●lip biting
- ●grabbing my thighs
- ●squeezing my sides
- ●running your hands down my sides
- ●lightly dragging your fingers down my back
- ●light groping
- ●pushing me against a wall
- ● putting your hand on my neck
- ●holding me down by my wrists
- ●HICKEYS!!!! (It makes me think about it later on)
- ●Moaning
- ●Catching your breath because of me
- ●scratching down my back and sides
- ●pulling my hair
- ●kissing my chest
- ●breathing on my neck
- ●whispering in my ear
- ●biting my ear
- ●touching my ear
- ●anything with my ears XD
- ●pulling me into you
- ●telling me I'm your's and only your's
- ●teasing me
- ●tickling me
- ●whispering "I love you" into my ear.
Is it selfish to say I want you the whole fucking time? I want you in my head. I want you in my bed. I want your hands all over my thighs. Give me your tightest grip. I want to exhale all of my loneliness and sadness to you. I want to breathe you in. I want you. I want you and I know this sounds pathetic but I want you to want me too.
I literally do not care what you look like naked. I don’t care if you have stretch marks, a chubby tummy, or hair on your belly. I don’t care if your thighs touch. I don’t care if you forgot to shave. I literally do not care about any of those things. The only thing I care about is teasing and pleasing the fuck out of you. Ain’t no stretch mark or hair gonna stop me from hearing you scream my name.
When I love you I’m loving all of you.
why be a tiddies OR an ass girl? why limit urself to that binary? what abt thighs? why not thighs titties AND ass? no ones stopping you!
simon says.
her eyes are brown like coffee grinds,
they’re spilling out and soak my mind.
a wild, caffeinated high.
I’m up all night.
I’m up all night.
her lips are pink, my candy prize.
they pull apart and soak my thighs.
a wild, syrup sweet surprise.
I’m open wide.
I’m open wide.
the only thing more alive than I, a neon light.
buzzing like a worker bee, and burning bright.
and if we were two moths, I think I’d fall behind.
and follow you directly to the bulb to fry.
simons says, is not enough to fall in love.
but simon’s back don’t curve as nicely as yours does.
if you speak the words, I find that I’m obliged.
if simon says I love it, well he didn’t lie.