Good morning 😏

hers

good morning

Thinking about giving Bluesky another run… Twitter’s become nothing but hoes, frauds, and people begging strangers to validate their fucking emptiness. Pathetic circus.

Desperate and needy

mood

mood

I need to be inside you and make those fucking legs shake with each thrust..

Current mood

mood

Sinning with me is a privilege...

Thoughts of you… laying on top of me, nothing but your skin on mine… your head resting on my shoulder while my hand slowly traces your back… lower… slower… feeling every inch of you. You shift just enough for me to feel how wet, how ready you are… and fuck, baby… I’m already hard thinking about it.

Kissing her lips is easy… But kissing her nose, her closed eyes, her forehead… That’s me telling her I crave more than her body… That I want to make her feel wanted in ways that have nothing to do with sex… And everything to do with her.

Nothing drives her crazier than that low growl in my throat… Missionary, buried inside her, holding her down… face inches from hers, whispering filth in her ear while I fuck her slow and hard like I own every inch. That fucking sound... That’s the warning before I ruin her.

could be us

Ride me, baby girl… nice and slow so you feel every inch. Look me in the eyes while you do it. That’s it. You’re mine. Every moan, every grip of your hips, every fucking drop of you soaking me… mine. Don’t hold back,I want to see and hear you fucking cum, right on top of me.

Two of my favorite places to be: the beach and her on top of me. So let’s combine them… her riding me in the heat, tits bouncing, sand sticking to her ass while she grinds slow… moaning louder than the waves… fucking like we forgot the world existed.

Beauty is in the hands of the boobholder. (This is an emceekayvee’s boobs appreciation post.)

"Good. Fucking. Girl" punctuated with deep fucking thrusts

Open wide, baby… don’t hold back. I wanna feel your throat tighten around me, hear you gag a little, messy, desperate, ruined… just how I like you.

Sharing the sweetness…

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exercise her fucking demons 😈

Taste her. Slow… Long… With focus… Deeply… Unhurried… Playfully… Passionately… With authority… Delicately… Taste her… until she forgets how to fucking breathe.

mood: butt plug in… my fingers teasing her clit slow… she’s grinding… begging… and I’m just whispering “not yet” while her body’s already fucking shaking.

All I wanna do is shove her mouth wide open, grip her hair, and fuck her throat like I own it. No mercy. I want her gagging, drooling, eyes watering, face wrecked with every thrust. That’s how I want her… used, messy, and mine.

it’s sunday… and all i wanna do is sin with you lips on skin tongue where it doesn’t fucking belong moans echoing like a fucked up prayer over and over and over until your body forgets every fucking thing but me.

Hands held behind her back, body arched just right… I’m buried deep, watching that fucking ass bounce with every ruthless thrust. She takes it all, exactly how the morning should fucking start.

Be careful. The wrong thoughts while scrolling will cost you more than the wrong decisions in real life. Craving bodies you’ll never touch… lusting over illusions… getting off on what was never yours to begin with. And if it seems too good to be fucking real... It’s probably not real.

Focus. It is the key. Put all your senses to use. Listen to her. Feel her. Go deep. Until you hear her first moan. And then go deeper… and deeper.

Attraction will get you naked… But connection, That’s what strips you down to your fucking soul. It’s not just bodies, it’s energy, alignment, fire that doesn’t fade when the clothes come off. Flesh is easy. The soul shit... That’s rare. That’s real.

mine

Legs up, I’m deep inside you… and I don’t stop. You’re gripping the fucking sheets, feeling me push deeper… all the way to your fucking stomach. And yeah, I know you feel every inch... thats how we start the fucking weekend.

We both watch as my cock destroys your soaked cunt… no bullshit, just raw, filthy fucking… the sound, the mess, the way you take it like you fucking need it. Eyes locked. Addicted to the view.

Holy shit… 100 reposts on Bluesky. I’m practically a D-list god in a digital graveyard. Fame looks different when nobody’s watching.

Get on me and don’t stop until you’re shaking, soaked, and squirting all over me. I want to feel every fucking drop.

me. you. couch. get on top of me… grind on it like you need it… like you’re starving for it… don’t stop till your legs shake and my hands leave marks.

She pushed me back. “Close your eyes,” she said. Then she slid down, kissing my chest and stomach like she couldn’t wait any longer. She saw me hard… throbbing… kissed it once, then took it in her mouth like she fucking needed it.

Hump Day 🖤

It’s the way they breathe when your lips hit their skin… The way your hands explore without rushing… The eye contact that says don’t look away… The teasing, the tension, the control, the surrender… It’s energy, connection, and intensity… not just getting off.

She’s on her knees where she knows she’s meant to be… mouth open, eyes closed, like nothing else matters but my cock in her face. No talking. No pretending. Just raw need and full submission… like she’s not even trying to please me, she has to.

Masturbate to some weird shit. Not your usual go-to… go darker, stranger, filthier. Push your own damn limits. You live in a world full of endless, fucked up possibilities... why stay basic... Explore that twisted corner of your mind and cum to something that makes you question yourself after.

ladies… get you a man who worships you, calls you the prettiest girl in the world, and gives you dick like he’s blessed just to touch you. bare minimum.

never the loudest in the room… but always the one watching everything… remembering everything… moving in silence while everyone else performs.

the “talking stage” is 2 hours max… you tryna be mine or should i keep scrolling?

shoutout to the ones who talk that loyalty shit and actually live it… not just when it’s easy, but when it’s uncomfortable, inconvenient, and real… the ones who don’t fold, don’t flake, and don’t fake. respect.

i’m rooting for anybody tryna heal, grow, evolve… because this life shit don’t come with a fucking manual… and getting your shit together while battling your own demons... that’s real strength… respect to every soul still fighting.

That pussy doesn’t belong to you when you’re with me… it’s mine to use, ruin, and own. I don’t ask. I take. I fuck you like you’re my possession... because you are. Every fucking moan, every fucking tremble, every soaked fucking inch of you answers to me

Eat her pussy, Text back on time, And don’t lie. simple.

Good morning... It’s Monday. Only 96 hours of pretending to give a fuck, avoiding people, and not flipping tables until Friday. Stay strong, barely functioning legends.