I Live N Breathe For Lesbians Idk

I live n breathe for lesbians idk

come closer im just a normal boy with very long hair and a sports bra

we need to make being a fat slut a position of great prestige

So-called free thinkers when they see butch fingers

Nothing turns me on more than someone who can healthily communicate

To finally be in each other's presence after a long day. Mesmerized, as I watch my butch start to take their belt off. A ritual we created for ourselves.

Trying not to sob in need every single time it happens, but squirming under their knowing, barely there, smirk. I crawl in their direction, sitting on my heels right in between their legs. I wait for their next move.

For their thighs to spread. For their shirt to roll up. For the almost imperceptible nod.

Pressing my face onto their bulge, I kiss and lick over the fabric of their pants, moaning once their fingers sink and fist around my curls. Their other hand lowers the zipper, just enough to free themself, pressing the tip of their cock over my spit shiny lips.