I Got A Single Margarita While Out For Dinner And I’m Already So Tipsy 😭

Imagine a priest finally giving in to his sexual desires, but instead of being slow and gentle, he's desperate and almost aggressive.

Hard kissing while he clumsily attempts to remove his trousers and underwear, revealing how hard he his from finally deciding to let you play with him.

“Touch me anywhere, I don’t care” he breathes into your kiss. It almost makes you laugh how hard and achy he is from just kissing and groping. Like a teenager having sex for the first time.

“Forgive me” he whispers to himself before you kneel down in front of him, guiding his hard cock into your mouth. You grab his hands, in one of them a rosary, and lead them to your head. He quickly gets the hang of how to fuck your mouth, and he doesn’t hold back, harshly pushing and pulling his cock in and out of you.

“Oh God, something’s happening” he moans.

His hands grab onto your hair, making it easier to move your head. “Where do I- fuck- where do I do it?”, before he decides where to cum you feel his load filling your mouth. He holds his breath for a moment, his body twitching, pushing his cock further into your mouth.

“I’m so, so sorry-”

stuff I like that makes me feel masc

reminder to do your regular boy maintenance of fucking them until they’re unable to properly respond to you. its for his mental health

boys who want to be kidnapped or treated like an actual pet or manipulated or intoxicated are the sweetest things on this earth and i don't make the rules

Bruises are an erogenous zone

It's actually gender affirming care to fuck a t boy in the ass

the masculine urge to suck on a fat cock till your jaw hurts

im tryna go freak4freak, loser4loser perhaps

listen up chat, my weird sexualisation of appalachian folk music got me wondering. do any of u play instruments?