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[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