titty fucking a butch on the brain today. after a long day of wearing a low cut top they finally get to take it all off, hastily telling me to hurry the fuck up and take my bra off. taking their time to rub lube all over my big tits and their cock. their rough lubed up hands all over my nipples working me up even more, their eyes wide at the sight of my tits all shiny. lying me back once iโm whimpering for them and telling me to press my arms together so they can slide their dick between them.
This morning, I woke up drenched in need, slick with it, my body already aching, already desperateโand itโs your fucking fault. My sheets are soaked through, my thighs trembling, my skin feverish. I can still feel the ghost of your words on my skin, the way they coiled around me last night like restraints, leaving me writhing, gasping, ruined. You knew exactly what you were doing. You werenโt just teasing for fun, werenโt just playing with me to get a reaction. No, you said it yourselfโyou wanted to break me. You needed me to come undone at the sound of you, to fall apart with nothing but your voice. And fuck, I want to. Over and over. You know Iโm obsessed with you. Not in a sweet, blushing wayโno, this is something darker, something consuming. Youโve embedded yourself so deep inside me that I donโt think Iโll ever be free againโnot that I fucking want to be. Youโve rewired my brain, made my body so attuned to you that nothing else even comes close. Now youโve left me dripping, soaked, desperate, and tremblingโbut with no way to fucking ease it. And you love it. You love making me this weak. There is nothing I can do about this hunger in me. Nothing is enough to soothe it. Itโs never enough. Youโve made me insatiable, ruined me for everyone else but you. So I did the only thing I couldโI touched myself again, shaking and desperate, soaking my fingers as I chased the ghost of your voice in my head. I lost count of how many times I made myself come today. Stopped keeping track after I screamed your name for the ninthโor maybe the twelfth?โtime. And then I started to put that voice note of you on repeat while I continued. Over and over, I listened to you. Every word, every breath, your laughโburning them into my skin, branding me from the inside out. I want to be conditioned to you. I want to train my body to only respond to your voice, to your orders, to the way you own me with just your words. I need it. I need you. No porn, no filthy video, no half-hearted fantasy even comes close to the way you destroy me with just your voice. So I stopped trying. I stopped searching for substitutes. There is no substitute for you. There is no escape from you. I donโt even fucking want one. I love this. I love how weak you make me. I love knowing I belong to you completely, that I donโt even want to fight it. My body is yours. My pleasure is yours. I need you. And fuck, I love it. I love being this weak for you. I love knowing I belong to you so completely that I donโt even want to fight it. I donโt need anything else. Just you. Just your voice. Just the way you break meโagain and again and again.
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HUNTER SCHAFER attends the 2025 Film Independent Spirit Awards (Feb 22, 2025)
i love writing porn and i wont feel bad about it. understanding the eroticism of a character is character analysis if u are enlightened.
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I definitely need someone to full force hold me down and relentlessly pound me til im just a whimpering shaky mess uncontrollably cumming all over their cock. i want them to keep going while im so overstimulated im on the verge of breaking then they fill me up with their cum saying โyoure such a good whore for me just taking all of me like that babyโ
Filling her is my love language ๐๐
