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yandereloveraw · 2 years
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Please consider: You knowing that Xavier is stalking you, and being a tease about it. I guarantee he'll get super flustered.
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frenchfrywrites · 1 year
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Kinktober day 14: Begging + Wildcard
MINORS DNI
dom top gn genitals ambiguous reader (could be amab or wearing strap), sub bottom Stu Macher, sub (soon to be bottom) Billy Loomis, begging, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cucking?, heavily implied poly billy reader n stu
“Please, please,” Billy finally wails, “I’ll be a good boy, I promise, I’ll be good, please touch me- Fuck!” 
He’s been tied up in a chair for half an hour now, watching as you fuck Stu all soft and gentle because he was a good boy, and Billy (predictably) wasn’t. 
Billy had gone through some phases as he’d been sitting there. First he’d been so cocky, claiming that he would never beg. That he'd be able to wait patiently until you’d both climaxed. He had told you and Stu to take your time with the foreplay, that he didn’t want either of you to feel rushed to get to him, that he was content watching.
Then, of course, he’d gotten bratty. When you finally started fucking yourself into Stu’s hole you’d heard Billy speak up again, whining about how he wanted to be fucked now, that you were both being selfish leaving him tied up. That he wanted to be fucked (but he didn't utter a single "please"), that he was so hard it hurt!
It was in this phase that you nearly pulled out of Stu to go gag Billy, but the man under you was clinging to you so sweetly, moaning so beautifully, babbling on and on about how good he felt, you absolutely did not want to leave him to deal with Billy’s bad behavior.
Then Billy had gone quiet. You’d bet money that he drooled a bit as he watched you fuck Stu nice and deep. Of course the silence didn’t last for long, especially not when Stu started teasing him.
Stu, through choked giggles and snorts, had began to subtly taunt Billy, telling the other man that he felt so good, that you were fucking him so well, that he was so glad he’d been a good boy. And now you’re here, in the begging (and mild anger) phase. 
“If my ass isn’t filled in the next minute I’m going to kill someone,” Billy threatens, and just as easily as the threat passes his lips he whines, “please, please, I feel so empty I need it, I need you, I need to be fucked, please?” 
You get whiplash from how quickly he shifts from mood to mood. Stu whimpers under you, “I’m gonna cum soon,” he tells you softly, so quietly that Billy won’t hear. You snap your hips, harder, deeper, and faster.
“Wait your turn Billy,” you chastise lightly, looking over to see him looking at you with wild, pleading, frantic eyes, “I’ll fuck you good soon,” you promise. And as if on cue, Stu cums underneath you, arching into your touch as he jerks and squirms. He moans loudly, the sound filling the room and stopping Billy from being able to beg any longer. 
You, of course, bring your attention back to Stu, fucking him through his orgasm. He lets out a pleased hum when he’s done, pulling you down to kiss him. 
“I can’t wait to see what you do to Billy,” he giggles mischievously, whining as you pull out.
Billy bites his lip, trying to look as innocent as possible now that he has both his lovers' attention. He’s not fooling anyone, but it seems the punishment did as it was supposed to. Because with how red and hard Billy's cock is right now, you imagine he’ll be as best behaved as he can in order to have you help him get off.
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terrence-silver · 2 years
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Heyyy how are you? I missed your Yandere Terry One Shots so much! I love them! What if it was Terry from Cobra Kai who became obsessed with a girl much younger than him? Maybe a friend of Tory who, however, does not practice martial arts and who usually comes to Cobra Kai only to wait for her friend at the end of the lessons. What would Yandere Terry do if one day he saw the poor girl enter all alone inside the dojo to wait for tory but inside the cobra kai there is no one but Terry? Would he take advantage of the situation?
(I like Yandere / Dark NSFW, so feel free to include it if you want.)
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Ms. Nichols has a friend, turns out.
Living in the same rented accommodations, door to door, occasionally lending the help of an adult to a distressed, problematic family of three which included an ailing mother, an underage sibling and not counting a crackhead aunt. Some odd several years older, nearly a decade. Present every day like a loyal hen, in the afternoon, upon classes being concluded, waiting for what he can only deem a ward by definition to emerge from inside of his newly renovated gymnasium. The camera catches her, out front, like she doesn't dare enter, with good reason, seeing as how the members of his Fist or Sensei Kim might just turn her away for just standing around, aimlessly. The dojo wasn't a pedestrian area for idle socialization or loitering. The dojo was hallowed ground. A temple. But, regardless, Terry watches her having done his due diligent research with a folder on her on his work desk, making the whereabouts of Ms. Nichols and who she interacts with in the outside world his personal business, observing it all through the screens of his security area, blinking neon, turned towards the street and colossal, freshly expanded parking lot; and as upon cue, this person's always there. Sometimes carrying groceries. Sometimes lunch. A plastic bag she attempts to hand Ms. Nichols who's always initially too proud to accept it (No wonder Captain found a favourite in this one). She always does accept though, in the end, stubbornly hiding a limp she might've earned in the classes for not doing as she was told.
He curiously eyes the petty exchanges. The small acts of charity.
Sitting in his office and making a habit of it.
Produce in a bag, cold water bottles for the champion.
Small-talk as they walk down the street, Ms. Nichols trying not be charmed.
Biting into a sandwich that's given to her by a friend bordering surrogate mother.
Ms. Nichols having someone who notices her red, angry scars and bruises.
It happens again tomorrow, and the day after, and after and all week.
Terry doesn't know what he feels as he observes this person hug Tory. Laugh outside the dojo. Wave at her when she spots her approaching. The aura of warmth is clearly there, even on the bad days, when Ms. Nichols walks outside with a scowl, brushing past her confidante, wishing to be left alone after what happened during the lessons. There's some sort of connection here. He confesses he'd prefer if Ms. Nichols was all alone. If she was all alone, things would be infinitely easier. Divide and conquer. If her allegiances were all Cobra Kai's, in effect shared with nobody, not even vaguely. And then there was the tactical disadvantage that if Ms. Nichols had a friend, she might just tell someone things she wasn't supposed to tell. But, no. No, no. That wasn't all there was to it. Terry irrationally and against all better judgment feels a deep, rooted clench in his gut, observing the routinely, dare he say, devotion, of someone waiting for someone else daily, gaining nothing out of it, but the act of familial and platonic care? Charity. Compassion. Protectiveness. Fuck. He imagines himself going out there and limping pathetically too, pretending to be some senile nobody, trying to harvest whatever it was he was looking at through his CCTV camera. I'm just an old man, he'd broadcast, entwine your arm in mine and help me down the block and Tory's little confidante would do it, gently cooing to check if he's okay and if she should call somebody. The thought makes the blood shoot into his head --- and lower still. Was he far gone? Was he so far gone he was fantasizing over two people showing each other care out on the streets? He needed to get a hold of himself, stat.
Terry comes to a decision, though. One he enacts the very next day.
-"Ms. Nichols, a word ---"-
He discreetly coaxes her to the side on the training mat for a one on one chat, away from the other students doing stretches, preparing to pack up gear and leave.
-"Your little friend,"- He caresses those words, savouring them in his mouth and instantaneously catching the mask of tension on Tory's face, manifested in the form of anxiety. Afraid for her companion, was she? Thinking she'll get punished for it somehow? Interesting. -"the one chaperoning you around every day ---"- Terry prolongs the agony, intentionally dragging out his point purely to catch the cues on the girl's face. Anxiety bleeds into nervousness and cold sweat dripping down Ms. Nichols forehead is noticeable. She cared for her friend, didn't she? Sweet. -"She's allowed to come inside and wait in the dojo. Get away from the heat. We're not savages."- Terry gives Tory his most pious, saintly, well rehearsed smile of kindness and her shoulders instantaneously drop, alongside the invisible weight that seemed to burden her stance down, only to to be replaced by stiffness. Ms. Nichols wasn't sure if she wanted her friend inside of her, by the looks of it. -"No, I ---"- She fidgets, crossing glances between himself and Master Kim who speculatively stands on the side, arms crossed, but Terry doesn't relent. -"Sensei's orders. We've a sense of propriety and policy at Cobra Kai towards relatives and caretakers."- Terry doesn't budge, making his tone as gentle as humanly possible as he leans his shoulders forward, trying to appear smaller, realizing the friend was neither a relative nor a caretaker, but supposing he was appealing to emotions. He confesses he wanted this friend in his midst. On his territory. His turf. He wanted them closer to scope them out. See that kindness up close and personal. Catch a whiff of it. Observe it and enjoy it and imagine himself in it.
-"Yes, of course, Sensei."- Is all Tory Nichols says when she realizes she's no choice. -"Master Kim."- bowing to both of them, their student makes herself scarce and rushes down the hallway into the locker room like the devil himself was chasing her.
He was just trying to be good and helpful. Anything wrong with that?
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Friday, the friend makes it into the dojo, waiting for one Tory Nichols, as planned.
Now, Terry was never above setting an elaborate trap for someone, in fact, it was his favourite method of confronting and cornering people, in this case, having his Sensei take out the students to train on terrain and purposefully clear out the gymnasium impromptu, unexpectedly, against all scheduling, so much so that not even the cunning little Ms. Nichols would know it was happening so she could forewarn her friend Hey, don't wait for me today. We'll be doing Kata outdoors. See you around. No, no, instead the woman is right where Terry wants her, looking around the front lobby hall entrance a bit baffled and finding it starkly empty and as quiet as the grave, the light emanating from outside mingling with the sharp neons of the foyer, purples and reds darkening the winding corridors --- carrying a plastic grocery bag tucked into a purse to hide it. Gotcha. -"Here for the adult classes?"- Terry sizes her up and intentionally takes a detour and stands behind her to address her and a shiver of excitement slithers down his spine when she nearly jumps, not expecting anyone to be present as she was turning to leave. -"Oh, goodness!"- Her hand is on her chest as she squeamishly steps backwards, her tone high pitched, her fear oddly delectable and amusing. -"Goodness, sorry! I didn't see you there!"- She stutters and re-iterates, trying to catch her composure and all Terry can do is smile. -"I'm just here to pick someone up. Am I late? I couldn't possibly be!"- She looks around, confused, pulling her phone out of her pocket to look at the time. Funny how Terry already had his private detectives acquire her number. -"You're early, in fact."- Terry explains, bemused, but not unkind. Didn't want to scare this one off too terribly fast. -"Master Kim Da-Eun escorted the children out today for a class."-
Children. That was a riot.
-"I see."- Ms. Nichol's friend trails off, fidgety, unsure of herself.
Was she nervous of her surroundings? What did Tory tell her about Cobra Kai?
And also, why did he enjoy her anxiety?
-"Am I allowed to know when they'll be back?"-
-"They'll be back when they learn their lesson."-
That response admittedly comes off sounding a bit more ominous than Terry intended so he quickly reclaims his balance and goes for bombarding this one with an over-inflation of acceptance, once he reaches his hand out to her and cajoles her deeper into the dojo, weaving his web, sensing she was about to excuse herself and leave. Drinks? Drinks. -"Waiting on which student again?"- Terry pretends not to know everything about everybody, going for innocence. -"Tor..."- She begins and he interrupts her, feigning surprise and enthusiasm. Truth of the matter is, he cared very little for Tory, outside of Tory keeping her tongue in check and doing what she was told --- she was simply a good segway for him to break the ice and make it seem natural and paternal. -"Ah, yes! Tory Nichols! Our very own champion!"- He exclaims, throwing his head back. -"Tell you what! We can wait on her together I'm all alone here for the afternoon anyway."- Terry turns to face her and halts, interlocking his arms with her and she lets him or perhaps, the contact happens too suddenly for her to properly even register it. He beams, full mega-watt smile, dragging his feet a bit, deliberately, going for frailty as they halt outside of his office, clean of anything that could compromise him for the purposes of this pre-planned visit. -"And I'm just an old man, I appreciate the company."- He adds, hunching his back a little and suddenly, her hesitation turns into concern. There it was! Right there! All kindness and sweetness and consideration. -"I wouldn't want to intrude, sir."- She says, apologetically and ever so preciously and Terry shoots that bullshit down immediately, pulling the card of humbleness out of his sleeve and setting it down on the table.
Call me sir again, his heart demands.
-"If anything, I'm intruding on you. I should've had someone contact you or her mother with the student's updated learning schedule. You can wait inside every day, if you want to. In fact, I encourage it. The heatwave surpasses memory."- Making surprisingly enjoyable idle small-talk as a precursor for more, Terry guides her into his study and closes the door shut behind him dressed in his Gi, remarking on the AC system that was installed maintaining the temperatures cool and properly controlled --- the invisible web tightens, spinning and expanding around the fly distracted by words. Nothing was ever for free, and really, come to think of it, the least Ms. Nichols, ungrateful as she was for his aid in the tournament's outcome, could give him in return of the trophy he procured for her by bribing the referee was her friend and all the mellow sweetness that seemed to drip off of her like honey as he led her to sit down opposite of him across his work desk, offering her a cool lemonade, choosing the most inoffensively safe beverage possible for his his little buzzing fly.
He would have her whole and she would be kind to him as well, and only to him.
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modx-reborn · 2 years
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simpbur w a reader with massive tits. like, the biggest. absolutely huge.
he’s feral and doesn’t know where to look LOL
Kay, I feel called out but okay let's go!
God he was fucked, you had walked into his apartment to study with his roommate dressed like that, the shirt barely covered your chest, let alone reached lower than your navel, it was perfect for the summer weather but god if it didn't have his mind racing. You often wore more covering clothes, so seeing you on display like this was new and it was going to drive him up the wall. You were going to be in his apartment, draped across his couch, lazing around in that shirt for the afternoon, there would be no stopping his mind from wandering.
Little would he know you were only wearing it for him, knowing that he would linger in the hallway to the living room to watch you as you stretched out on the couch, arching your back and thrusting your chest out on purpose to make the shirt ride up and show off the bottom of the bra you were wearing, so sure he would be able to see and maybe just maybe you would be able to finally push him over the edge.
To have him stop hiding in the shadows and watching from behind walls, to have him finally do something about this not so little infatuation he has with you, and your study partner had just given you the perfect excuse to tease a little more and maybe get your way, they had to go having forgotten they had an appointment and were promising to come back as soon as they were done, with the click of the front door you were left alone with your dear simp, and the real fun could begin.
His roommate had left, it was just you and him, just the two of you and that fucking shirt of yours that had ridden up even more, almost halfway up your bra and showing him so so much more than he could have hoped for. God, he was thankful for his door being at the end of the hall and able to see the living room, perfectly able to see how your hands moved upwards to push the shirt up further, exposing more of your chest and teasing him further.
While something in the back of his mind was asking why you were doing this, the rest was too focused on how his cock was pressing against his jeans, how he could not miss this chance, fumbling with his pants and with pulling his phone off its charger almost dropping it as he frees his cock, this would be devastating if he missed capturing it in video or in photos. Sure the recording would be tainted by the sounds of his panting and the slick sound of his hand wrapped around his cock but that could be a problem for later.
For now, all he cared about was the sight of you on his couch, chest exposed and hands dipping just barely below the edge of the cup as if teasing him with the possibility of seeing what he had fantasized about and only seen in stolen photos from your beach trips. If you really did pull the cups down he would riot, maybe he would even snap far enough to actually approach you, to make use of all the ideas floating around in his head and finally get to feel you wrapped around him.
The breaking point was when you moved, just slightly shuffling down the couch, chest now fully exposed and head turned to look at him, watching how he froze, smiling as you threw your bra down the hallway letting it land with a muted thud, winking before bringing your hands up to cup and tease him with your chest, waiting for the other shoe to drop in his mind and have him come bolting from his room.
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killemwithkawaii · 2 years
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Ok ok so I know there’s the whole “Sal (intentionally or accidentally) overhearing/spying on y/n”
..,but what about the reverse 👀 just imagining y/n hanging out in their apartment when they hear a shower start to run, and they realize that whatever room they’re in is shares a wall with Sal’s bathroom.
And it’s like…Sal still lives with his dad, he needs some privacy sometime, and hiding under the spray of the shower is a tried and true method! And y/n’s eyes widen as they realize that they’re pressed up so close to the wall they can hear Sal OVER the running water. And the walls are so excruciatingly thin that it’s like they’re right there with him, hearing the unmistakable slap of skin, his panting and grunting and quiet growls as he tries to keep quiet—unmuffled without the prosthetic but bitten behind his teeth.
And y/n knows they shouldn’t be listening in, knows they should just put in headphones or go to another room but they feel completely frozen by the spike of searing hot arousal just from hearing Sal’s raspy voice moaning so vividly it’s like they can picture what he must look like—water pouring down his body as he wraps his long fingers around his cock. What expressions does he make, completely alone? Does he throw his head back? Are his eyes open or shut? God—it sounds like he’s going at it so rough and fast…is that how he likes it or is he rushing?
And then….oh god, oh god, he starts talking, muttering dirty talk under his breath in his absolutely wrecked voice. Saying all sorts of filthy, kinky things because he thinks no one will hear them—and y/n realizing he’s talking about them.
“Fuuuuck, (y/n), show me how much you want my cock. You gotta earn it, baby, yeah, just like that—“
And holy Christ how is y/n supposed to look him in the eye next time they hang out when al they can think about is Sal’s deep, rumbling voice growling and moaning in their ear as he tells them exactly where he wants them 😩🙌
Listening to Sal have some 'me time' through the wall-
[CW: NS/FW lemon/grapefruit, yandere, voyeurism, stalking, implied unsanitary] 
>Yes hello I would like to very selfishly and unashamedly claim this imagine as my final birthday present of the year because good god thank you for the food 😩😩😩🙌🙌🙌💞💞💞💦💦💦
>A man in his prime needs his privacy (and if he spends his private time pressed up against the adjoining wall of your apartments, are you really going to complain??)
>Sal growling and panting and biting his lip + fapping sounds. That's it that's an entire A+ post by itself and then you went and painted the picture even more vividly bless 🙏💕💦
>THE UNCENCORED DIRTY TALK THAT HE THINKS NOBODY CAN HEAR, A TRULY UNBRIDLED FLOW OF FILTHY THOUGHTS CENTERED AROUND [Y/N] AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH 🙈🙈🙈💓💓💓💦💦💦
>Don't get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE me some dom Sal, but imagine listening in on him regularly and hearing him in different moods:
-when he's feeling vanilla, so romantic and sweet, rambling about how gorgeous [y/n] is, how much he longs for them and wants to show them how much he cares for them, how badly he wants to make love with them and make them feel as good as they make him feel...~ 🥺👉👈💘
-when he's feeling submissive, all desperate and needy, whimpering and begging for [y/n] to let him worship them like they deserve, for them to take him and use him how they see fit. You can tell from his whines and clipped moans (and maybe a few quiet squelching or choking sounds) that he gets a little more... self-exploratory in those instances.... ;3c 🍑💦
>Yeah no eye contact would be nearly impossible once this all starts good luck with that (just make sure not to completely avoid him, otherwise he might start taking sad boy showers :< Feed the beast, keep the show going, and who knows! [y/n] might be lucky enough to get a front-row seat 👀🍿��)
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mhathotfic · 1 year
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It’s approaching the hours of dumb slut thoughts because I’m a hyper sexual thembo with intrusive thoughts and the only way to deal with them that I’ve found help is writing them out.
So you know those big giant teddy bears? I’m thinking of Bakugou’s pr team making him endorse a toy brand that released some limited edition Dynamight themed bears to try and win him some favor with kids though they ended up really popular with women but besides the point.
Imagine being his roommate and having such a complicated relationship with him because one minute he’s fucking you like you mean something so special to him and the next you’re just friends that happen to live together.
It’s surprisingly lonely living like that so when he gives you one of the prototypes for the bear, it accidentally became your stand in Katsuki for when the real one was acting like a detached ass that’s never put his dick in you.
And it just sorta becomes the thing you cling to when trying to recreate his touch because you can’t bring yourself to try sleeping with anyone else because he’s ruined you so thoroughly that you can’t just enjoy it without comparing everyone to him.
Imagine your shock the day he comes home early and barges into your room like he knew what he’d find before taunting you about humping a lifeless sack of stuffing like it’d do anything for you before making you beg him to take it’s place. Getting you to honestly tell him that your pussy belongs to him and how empty it feels when he’s not in it.
You never questioned how he seemingly knew what you were up to. Though if you had paid attention when he was telling you why that design was rejected you might have understood. Pro hero themed nanny cams were always a heavily debated topic amongst parents after all
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acidbathcat · 8 months
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letterkenny is making me lose it there’s a scene where one of them is complaining that someone didn’t remember an important thing because he told her already once before and another guys goes “well she’s a woman not a robot, you have to repeat yourself if you want her to remember it” and i’m like ah… this is a sexist joke. no? and he replies “that road goes both ways” and i’m like okay NOW it’s a sexist joke. no? oh he’s implying he’s not a robot either. did we just get through all of that without a single misogynist remark? i think i’ve been treated too poorly by the writers of it’s always sunny.
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fangirl39 · 2 years
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I'm on the 5th floor of the Ooku event and I can't help but not be fond of this floor. Like unless I'm misremembering the precept we're supposed to break it's about not having sex but:
1: Most people aren't into having others watch them have sex.
2: I'm not a lesbian.
I know someone else mentioned this is a fail event because it's implied the player is male because Tsubone isn't very comfortable with us being there and she doesn't give a good reason for a strange woman not to be there until the end. I can’t help think that could've been solved, her lecture would've been viable, if we had a male servant who came with us at the beginning. Then if the player is playing as a male Tsubone can be upset about us being there and if the player is playing as a female she can be upset about him being there.
Also trying to get a female protag-because the game kinda assumes people are only attracted to people of the opposite gender. Minus Mash maybe to break the fifth precept would've been possible if Izu was attractive maybe. And Kama was able to separate all of us. Because most people aren't interested in exhibitionism.
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thefiresofpompeii · 1 year
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i still think smirke’s fourteen is an excellent tumblr tagging system because horror truly is the twisted but perfectly reflective mirror of cultural tendencies and trends and art and life
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mhathotfic · 5 months
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For the insane men leaving notes for darlings. I can’t get the idea of Tenya leaving a note for his darling about optimal self pleasuring techniques, because he noticed in his “observations” that they have a difficult time reaching climax.
-🌺
Ok second time trying to answer this because tumblr was rude to me the first time.
Tenya is the type of yandere to read way too much into your daily interactions. You’re coworkers, maybe friends, but he’s convinced you’re in love.
What is all the playful conversations and your often too tight outfits if not obvious flirtation and seduction on your part? You never reject his help at work so obviously you like how he’s willing to guide you to achieve your goals.
So why do you seem so bothered about his help now? Don’t you see how carefully he considered your needs and took the time to assist you?
Unless…. Ah! Of course! You must be embarrassed about not being able to finish for him! Or maybe you’re still shy about sharing your sexual desires? Either way you may need a more hands on approach for this.
He has to admit, he’s a bit nervous, it’s the first time he’s touched you after all. But he’s thrilled at the thought of touching you, finally getting feel your soft warmth against him, to feel you reaching your climax under his touch.
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