Wit & Nipples šŸ’

Heyyy and good evening šŸŒ¶ļø

I hope you all had an amazing Father’s Day weekend, however you chose to spend it!
I spent most of mine out on the kayak, then came home to dive into a plate of pesto pasta (with homemade pesto, naturally). In between paddling and pasta, I ended up sorting through some old makeup in my vanity and stumbled across a red lipstick I haven’t worn in ages. I tried it on just for fun… and well, one thing led to another.

I…. Well, I figured I’d snap a little something for my friends here, sooo enjoy the red lippy and a touch of leather lingerie. šŸ–¤šŸ¦‡

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God bless that lipstick company. ā¤ļø
 
Good morning boys, ladies… šŸŒž

I could really use a lazy morning, the kind where we stay tangled in bed, limbs heavy, warm skin pressed together as the early sun filters through the curtains. You’d hold me close, squeezing my in, your breath soft against my neck, one hand wandering lower down to my clit until I start to squirm under your touch. You’d kiss down my body slowly, waking me up with your mouth, making me moan into the mattress as your tongue brings me over the edge.
Following my sleepy orgasm, you would flip me onto my stomach and slide into me, quick and deep, your hands gripping my hips as you fuck me, deeply.
Afterward, I’d wander downstairs, still completely naked, you, of course, follow. I begin to make a pot of coffee, but as it brews, I slide myself up onto the kitchen counter, spreading my legs for you. I’d be dripping still, swollen from everything you did to me upstairs. I’d lock eyes with you, cocking my head, and smiling. You crouch down, using my legs to balance yourself. And my thighs begin to tremble around your face as I grind down on your tongue, using you, using your mouth. I come once more with a sharp cry, hips jerking, toes curling on the edge of the counter. Once I stop shaking as much, you stand and grab the back of my neck, turning me around. I let you. You slide in quickly, I’m so wet it makes an obscene sound as you pull in and out of me, faster and faster. You pull out just in time, your hand wrapped tight around your cock. One sharp grunt, and you’re spilling all over my ass. Hot, thick, cum dripping down my butt cheeks and my inner thighs.

We forget about the coffee.
 
Good morning boys, ladies… šŸŒž

I could really use a lazy morning, the kind where we stay tangled in bed, limbs heavy, warm skin pressed together as the early sun filters through the curtains. You’d hold me close, squeezing my in, your breath soft against my neck, one hand wandering lower down to my clit until I start to squirm under your touch. You’d kiss down my body slowly, waking me up with your mouth, making me moan into the mattress as your tongue brings me over the edge.
Following my sleepy orgasm, you would flip me onto my stomach and slide into me, quick and deep, your hands gripping my hips as you fuck me, deeply.
Afterward, I’d wander downstairs, still completely naked, you, of course, follow. I begin to make a pot of coffee, but as it brews, I slide myself up onto the kitchen counter, spreading my legs for you. I’d be dripping still, swollen from everything you did to me upstairs. I’d lock eyes with you, cocking my head, and smiling. You crouch down, using my legs to balance yourself. And my thighs begin to tremble around your face as I grind down on your tongue, using you, gasping for air. I come once more with a sharp cry, hips jerking, toes curling on the edge of the counter. Once I stop shaking as much, you stand and grab the back of my neck, turning me around. I let you. You slide in quickly, I’m so wet it makes an obscene sound as you pull in and out of me, faster and faster. You pull out just in time, your hand wrapped tight around your cock. One sharp grunt, and you’re spilling all over my ass. Hot, thick, cum dripping down my butt cheeks and my inner thighs.

We forget about the coffee.
Well good morning to you too. :) Quite the thing to be reading right before bed here.
 
Good morning boys, ladies… šŸŒž

I could really use a lazy morning, the kind where we stay tangled in bed, limbs heavy, warm skin pressed together as the early sun filters through the curtains. You’d hold me close, squeezing my in, your breath soft against my neck, one hand wandering lower down to my clit until I start to squirm under your touch. You’d kiss down my body slowly, waking me up with your mouth, making me moan into the mattress as your tongue brings me over the edge.
Following my sleepy orgasm, you would flip me onto my stomach and slide into me, quick and deep, your hands gripping my hips as you fuck me, deeply.
Afterward, I’d wander downstairs, still completely naked, you, of course, follow. I begin to make a pot of coffee, but as it brews, I slide myself up onto the kitchen counter, spreading my legs for you. I’d be dripping still, swollen from everything you did to me upstairs. I’d lock eyes with you, cocking my head, and smiling. You crouch down, using my legs to balance yourself. And my thighs begin to tremble around your face as I grind down on your tongue, using you, using your mouth. I come once more with a sharp cry, hips jerking, toes curling on the edge of the counter. Once I stop shaking as much, you stand and grab the back of my neck, turning me around. I let you. You slide in quickly, I’m so wet it makes an obscene sound as you pull in and out of me, faster and faster. You pull out just in time, your hand wrapped tight around your cock. One sharp grunt, and you’re spilling all over my ass. Hot, thick, cum dripping down my butt cheeks and my inner thighs.

We forget about the coffee.
Now that’s one hell of a good morning
 
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