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[knelt]

yes.

( a dorky kind of agreeing. touch yourself. yes. yes, absolutely. i will. thank you. yep. )

i mean
okay. i am.
i'm wet. thinking about it.

nsfw link

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[here is when some typos come through, since his dick's out and he's stroking himself. one-handed sexting has one perk, and it's the sexting.

attached: image.jpg]

my cock at the back of your throat you don't stop til i tell you to stopp

your fingers
how many are you using? use two for me show me when they're soaked

also nsfw link

[knelt]

yes

( yes his cock, yes her fingers. yes, a broken record of a girl, someone who almost never says no — someone who will never say no to cock and attention and rough. her body is shivering. submission always does this. even at a distance, through a phone, she can feel herself in elias' hands like soft clay, her head up in the clouds, body floating on air. she's almost lightheaded with it. she could faint. she claps a hand around her throat and squeezes. )

i want you to make me ch
oke on it
i can take it
t

( even if she couldn't, she would. the next vid take less time to send — isolde immediately less self conscious about what she looks like. she's thinking about elias, and elias' cock, and what it'll look like when he comes, and what it tastes like, what it would feel like inside her. she hits send. )

you like that?

just all the way down tbh

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you;ll choke on it
you cant breathe but i got you i got you

spit every where i wanna hear you moan i wanna make you
cum

[around his cock, in his mouth, telling him yes over and over and over again. he pumps himself faster, thumbs over his weeping, swollen cockhead and pretends it's her tongue. not enough. but the picture, the picture is what really gets him going.]

fuckkk yeah i like that

[he's got so much precome it's amazing he hasn't come yet, but he knows she'll like it. attached: a short video.mp4]

if you were here id make you
clean me off

[knelt]

please

( the only sensible thing inside her. to every word, every image, every thought in her head — she'd beg for it from him, she'd get on her knees and lick the floor in front of him, she'd take anything he could think to give her and more, and she'd do it because, ironically, pain and debasement and humiliation and kink all make her feel clean. renewed, flushed out, darkness battered back for the length of time it takes to settle back on earth. )

i wanna suck on it
drink everything you give me
i just
i want it in my mouth

( he doesn't even have to touch her. honestly, sometimes she can come just from kneeling, from being made to crawl. his cock is so wet it feels like a waste — her mouth is actually watering, her soaked fingers shoved between her lips imagining, pretending, fantasizing. )

please
elias

[scathe]

taste you i wanna
tast e y ou

i'll fuck you so good
beg for it i'll give it to you

[her texts ping in a succession, one after the other at the top of his screen while he hyper-focuses on the short video of her fingers webbed by her own juices, shiny and sticky, so wet for him. heart hammering in his chest, heat rising and flushing his skin, a short pause between responses is warranted for the orgasm that hits him, and he uses his spend to keep pumping himself with.

he has to shower, which is an excuse not to mind the mess, white liquid trailing over his fingers and down his length. he sends her a photo of just that: the aftermath, hand gripped around his cum-slicked cock.]

for you