Aex
@aexethan
NSFW, 35, he/him, 🇮🇹, hopeless gooner, brat tamer, rarely switch, nerd. For the love of all that is holy MDNI. DMs open, moots welcome! Into RP, freeuse, love a good aftercare, certified respectful starer. It's ok to repost, share and save.
Not a single drop would go to waste, I can promise as much. It's my fault after all and, as such, it's all mine.
It has *all* to do with it, of course. And I'm always happy to be in your fantasies, just as you are always in mine...
That would only be for when you're very, very close... Simply because I'm sure the sudden jolt in your eyes and hips would be magnificent.
The fact that you're the only one I allow to call me that way should already be quite telling 🙂↕️.
Such a terribly effective tactic. I'm sure I'll keep falling for it over and over.
There's something to be said about you being able to make me laugh my ass off and *still* making me ravenous. I'd literally just chuckle while I keep going 🙂↕️...
And there go all my plans to have a productive, serious morning. And I'm so, so glad for it.
Just because I own you doesn't mean that I didn't miss you, pet. I enjoy the tension, the increased heart rate, the moment when something snaps and you can't control yourself anymore, but I would never do any of this if I didn't care about you in the first place. Never forget that.
I do, but that's not why I'd do it. It's specifically because these moments are so important. Because even the best hunters need their rest. And also because I just genuinely love to ❤️.
Once I checked that you're alright and your hair is dried properly, sure. It would be my pleasure.
My aftercare is filled with cuddles and attention. The aftercare for my Siren? Even more so.
As much as I can't unsee it (and I really can't 😂), I'll focus on other things right now...
I'm wondering if a video me slapping dough would work 🤔. I don't know, is this anything? (I recommend having the sound on 🙂↕️)
Something's been missing all day. I couldn't quite put my finger on it this morning and it has been bothering me since. It felt like always being one breath behind schedule. Then you smiled at me, and my synapses fired in ways they had seemingly forgotten. The spark to my oxygen.
As evidenced by my last post, I have definitely not shown enough hands lately, so here's some in motion. Drooling, kissing, biting and sucking are all highly encouraged activities. If you're sure you can take what comes after, that this.
Even in this heat, I instinctively seek your body's warmth. You're barely a shadow moving in the darkness of the room, and yet I can feel you're sitting up just by the sudden absence of the fan's breeze on me. Guided by touch alone I pull you towards me, hands clutching your hips. Ever so sweet.
You're a tool. An object. A toy for me to get off with whenever I feel like. I haven't decided this. You chose it the moment you relinquished control to me. You chose to be an empty void to be filled with orgasms, cum, humiliation and praise. And I always get what I want from my toys.
