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мне нравится что теперь мне попадаются только перезаливы а не оригинальные посты

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FIRST

ENNY!! ★ :

Me

Зайковские НедоСталкеры :

а с хуяли он волосатой чубакаброй стал?

superCool :

MY HUSBAND 😭

iwu :

Опять ставят в ебло ватермарку, а хотя не ссылку на тгк

ଘ ིྀRussia^દᵕ̈૩🇷🇺⊱ :

furball

creamy blower :

(up for interpretation) When 007n7 tells me not to stop, I stop—just like that? The moment my hands pull away, the air thickens with frustration and desperate need as I watch him bite his lip, jaw clenched, eyes burning with annoyance, hung*r, and confusion. He thought telling me to keep going meant I’d ob*y without question, but I’m not here to ob*y—I’m here to pl*y. I lean in close, letting my breath ghost over his ski* and my fingers barely touch his arm as I m*rmur, “You really think you get to tell me what to do? You asked me not to stop… so I stopped. What now?” His body stiffens, every muscle taut, begging silently for reli*f I’m not giving anytime soon. His hands tw*tch, reaching for me, but I pull b*ck with a smirk and whisper, “Patience. If you want it, earn it.” Then I start again, slow and tea - sing, fingertips barely grazing his skin like silk, watching his breath hi - tch, fingers tw*tch, and eyes flutter closed as frustration builds like a storm. He fights to hold control, but it slips—his breathing ragged, jaw loosening, tension nearly unbearable. Finally, his voice breaks, raw and needy: “Please… don’t stop. Keep going. I can’t… I can’t take it.” I grin, lean in, lips brushing his ear, “That’s what I thought,” and my fingers dive back in, slow and unrelenting, driving him m*d. His hands cl*tch me like I might vanish, body trembling as he unravels—helpless, desperate, and utterly m*ne. I pull back just enough to tea*e once more, whispering, “You wanted me to keep going, d weidn’t you? Well, now you’ve got me. No turning back.” Then I take it further—faster, harder—until he’s lost, a trembling m*ss of n*ed and plea - sure, begging my n*me like a lifeline. Because when I te*se, I don’t stop just because he says so—I stop until he’s begging for m*re. That’s when the real fun begins. (Sorry, TikTok is coming after me lately. deal with the censored version!)