She edges him every morning. It helps him start the day off right.

blogoporno:

Handjob Week

crosshatchedscars:

spidersweb:

love-to-love-you:

ueei:

recycle12:

dangwow:

pikks:

handjob and french nails

(via art-or-porn)

“Kay, now just squeeze me back to let me know how much I’m hurting you.”

myass-yourhand:

I love the squishes. 

bongofurynyc:

Yes. Not as a steady diet, but…yes.

gmsinclaire

(Source: laveritenue)

Grownups wear stockings and garter belts. Little girls wear ears and printed cotton panties. She was just a little confused.

gh2u:

wordoyster:

chagrinou : By Genya_apx

I’m not all that sure what’s going on here. I like to think he’s holding her hands behind her back in his one hand. Something about that- when a guy can wrap his hand around both my wrists and hold me-is really sexy. It makes me feel tiny, overpowered, vulnerable, helpless. Come to think of it, that’s exactly why it’s sexy to me.

nymphoninjas:

(via whipherslacker)

Random detail I love: his hand holding hers against his hip. There’s something condescending and hot about him holding her hand while she laps at his balls. It’s like she’s crossing this street for the first time, and Daddy is looking out for her.

closetexhibitionist:

Yes please.

(via layzeyes)

He’ll take what he wants when he’s ready. She knows better than to try to get away.

(Source: fvbrice, via squidintestines)

That’s how you grab a girl. Take note.

(via layzeyes)

That means yes, yes, yes please. And whatever you’re doing to her? Don’t fucking stop.

princesspolysemy:

ilikeyourcurves3:

Scratches

myblisslikethis:

(via dawghouse, wolfdancer)

I would offer you my pulse if I thought it would be useful. I would give you my breath.

-Ani DiFranco, Pulse

(via bendmeover)

“And who does this belong to?”

“You, Daddy. Only you,” she promised.

(via fetish4)

He pushed her body into the mattress and took what he wanted. She cried, but she didn’t resist. After all, this was all her fault.

(harlette)

(via fuckyeahelvislives)

He touched her like property, and without hesitation. They both knew who she belonged to, and they both liked to feel just how much.

(via fetish4)

To me, the grasp of his hands say mine. 

(via bluebeardswife)

She napped in his absence. But her hunger found her, even in her dreams.

unmaskedsexuality:

I love waking up and finding my hand in a convenient spot.

We lie in the dark. We touch and touch. Sometimes one of us shakes, trembling, so close an orgasm. 

We never get to come, though. Never ever. And if we do, we never get to sleep together again. So we’re careful. And we touch each other softly.

And we stay like that forever.

princesspolysemy:

gentlemanpervert:

girlbarbarella:

(diamondteeth)