tell me anything really, i’ll listen to a book report if i can keep my hand inbetween my wet thighs, arching my back and moaning along with the rhythm of my fingers
i wish i had a way to control myself, i really do- especially around this time when i stray to ovulate, and find myself wearing my shortest shorts anytime im out so i can be like an alleycat in heat, arching and purring for anyone with eyes.
i can’t help myself. i can’t fucking stop.
tell me i’m pretty, or just tell me when to cum
