New York City, 1970s
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need to be condescendingly saying "oh I knowwww sweetheart" while I add another finger inside of her and kiss her lips
let butches be a little pervy as a treat
Putting a hand over her mouth so we don't get caught, but I'm still railing her as hard as I can
when you tell a butch how much you want them mid make out session and they reply with that little breathless βyeah?β and that smirk omg i need this so bad
Two women kissing
C. 1900s
gently pressing your head against your loverβs back while they cut vegetables, your lover sitting on the kitchen counter while you talk about your day at work and wait for the water to boil, giving them little pecks while they stir the vegetables, eating the food together, washing the dishes togetherβ¦ you know what i mean
Thinking about a butch on a chair, their hands tied behind their back and their legs spread with their ankles tied to the chair legs. Stripped down to their boxers and sports bra, their cock sitting proudly between their thighs.
I'd just have to get on my knees, my eyes looking up at them oh-so-innocently as I take them into my mouth. I'd tease them for as long as I wanted, biting their thighs, rubbing higher and higher with my thumbs, stroking their cock and licking up the length. Every time their hips bucked, I'd stop and pull away, smirking at their desperation.
Eventually, I'd take them into my mouth again, gazing up at them and putting on a show. I'd make sure their legs were spread enough for me to subtly ease a vibrator between their legs, turning on the vibrations and watching their eyes roll back. They'd look so cute, struggling against the handcuffs around their hands, moans falling from their lips.
Soon, I'd be able to hear how wet they were even through the fabric of their boxers, an adorable wet spot slowly forming. Maybe I'd be kind and ride them for a while, my tits bouncing in front of their face as I grind down against their lap.
But eventually I'd be back on my knees, my nails scratching down their thighs as I hold the vibrator against them. I'd watch them fall apart, their legs shaking and desperately trying to close, but I'd keep them spread with my hands and overstimulate them through their boxers until they were breathless and whining.