i swear i’d dress better but i’m poor and fat
Pin me down and gently drag your lips and fingertips all over my skin. Put your mouth on my neck and use your teeth to send chills down my spine. Climb on top of me. Look deep into my eyes. Press that cunning smile against my wanting lips. Bite my lip. Make my whimper. Pull my hair. Help me let out some sweet little moans for you. Whisper in my ear everything you could do to me, everything you want to do to me…then don’t. Make me want it. Make my body beg for it.
is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to yeah fuck he’s got a knife everyone run
I’m afraid that one day I’ll have to be that girl who’s drunk, calling the man that she’s still in love with crying && telling him how much she misses him again….
Fiery Throated Hummingbird