Heart

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Added 2024-06-10 10:50:01 +0000 UTC

We were fucking on my couch; one of her strong, tattooed arms wrapped around me, her other hand working it’s way inside of me, my tits in her mouth while my eyes roll back into my head. Pleasure is her love language.

Love Lies Bleeding is on the tv, she put it on because she knew we’d be distracted and we’ve already seen it twice. I tease that she loves the murder and muscles and mayhem, she teases me for getting turned on during the scene where they give each other needles. It’s nice for both of us to feel pandered to by a movie.

Kristen Stewart is on her knees in front of Katie O’Brian and she says, “I wanna stretch you,” right as Max slides another finger inside of me. Her eyes are locked onto mine, I blush. She whispers “I am stretching you,” and the women on screen gasp and moan and collapse into a mess of limbs and open mouths and I’m so wet we can both hear how much I want her.

Love lies in the intimacy, the sweat, the sweet nicknames she has for me in private and the wet spot I leave on her thigh.