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“Tracks to resort... tall round building... fuck.”

Oh my gawd

𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥!𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞: 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬.

note: every gayass fucker i know has been going thru country!ellie ovulation rn—including me—so i thought i would create somethin' for the grand potluck. encouraging others to share as well (please). mdni. sexual themes. discord server.

nah, it's for certain not credible to claim that all of her clothing choices are indecent, or in other words—exhilarating; when you step into the boots of swooning-eyed women versus their cross-bearing mothers, the perspective tips like stones on a scale. droves would claim that it's plain distractin'. but, it's also for certain that it's gotten you into bushels of trouble! you aren't gettin' paid to ogle up the sheriff's daughter; hold your horses.

chances are, some faith would do you good—your mother said once. nothing is blasphemous in her eyes, but the toll a wild-hearted gal can take on responsibleness and practicalness is a dangerous one. from the top of her dotted sternum, which is prideful and free in an open button-up, to the pulsing sight of her belt buckle, dangerous things are written. and, with inhibitions loosened—mind you, there were evenings that led your fingers down both. in sadie-lou's parlor (the saloon you often bump into her at, coincidence or not), intoxicated to the length you both begin to swell specters of odd personalities, a dance-off across the bar gets you to whip out a couple crisp bills.

you watched—teeth pinching your lips—at intimate positions with her bootcut calves, groping and lulling her to get down low. “c'mon, williams, 'wanna give you somethin' worth your time!” you hollered, too sucked in the moment to mind the other bar-goers, and convinced her with soft fingers to kneel. she smiled, rolled her tongue over her lips, and said, “thought you said gettin' drunk wasn't worth it—these dance moves change your mind, baby?” before her teeth bit her own, interested in figuring out what exactly she felt pushing past her leather belt—it'd been none other than you: stashing a crumpled 20 in that faithfully-tucked crevice. her smile grown was worth a couple pennies more. “huh, guess it did.”

and, about that more pretentious, more offensive opening under her stupid grin, it had been dealt with on some occasions. once, in particular, cost you a room at the time-old inn. “fuck, that's it—ah, that's fuckin' it, sweetheart. goddamn, you're so good to me.” a rough junction ruts against you; ellie felt that she was entitled to gettin' herself off—if you were helpin' her along; pursed mouth around her nipple. one long roll of her hips elicited a long, grated whimper out of her, and everything about that southern song made your clit thump. pressed tits in your face and sibilant sounds through mouths after each stare caught while you—do that thing that fucks with her head: now that is a definite danger. real dangerous, if you continue and find her belt undone before you can do it yourself. “thought i'd get it outta 'ur trail,” she mutters, sun-tanned thumb pushing her panties just low enough that auburn hairs spring up behind it. wetness glistens in dripping lines. “hope you don't mind.. helpin' a little more?”

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OH MY FUCKING GOD. LIKE ARE YOU SERIOUS. LIKE JESUS IM DROOLING.

artist - @HV_0519 on twt

She’s so beautiful

ANGELINA JOLIE

W Magazine

“Careful, the scary things are out there…”

inspired by “perverts” by ethel cain