sometimes i text older men while i’m in bed with someone else and wish it was the older one inside me instead
the fantasy is you risking a family dinner, my hand on your cock under the tablecloth, me stroking slow, you white-knuckling a glass, both of us disappearing for twelve minutes and coming back worse
picture you pulling my hair and fucking my throat in a hotel mirror so i can see the mess, tears, spit on my chin, you proud, then pushing me onto the bed and finishing in my pussy like a reward
i wanna get a hotel and fuck until one of us taps, and i want that to be you. not because i’m mean. because i want to see the moment you stop performing and start chasing it. book it or stop liking the posts.





