I'd catch a glimpse and then immediately want to grab...
Such a darling!
Thighs and hand from the archives, featuring a little heart if you zoom in
I feel like that cat is judging me but I’m not gonna stop staring
Have you ever wanted someone to tell you, casually as if it were routine, that you deserve pleasure, and then they gently push you onto your back and settle between your thighs
What if I give you the card just to get this reaction, and have you prancing around angry, steaming, tearing at your uniform…
Why does this make me want to give you a red card
🙋♂️
“I know you think you need to get to work but you really don’t, not yet at least. Forget about those buttons.”
Have you ever wanted someone to tell you, casually as if it were routine, that you deserve pleasure, and then they gently push you onto your back and settle between your thighs
I was going to say the same! (signed, fellow pisces)
Ah but are you willing to put up with the consequences…
Perhaps it will then chase you into your dreams...
In my experience, the h-word always wins... don't you deserve the pleasure?
yet still very ta-ta-lizing
Au contraire! I imagining many many many things
So I realised I completely forgot to post this webcomic here
| #gremmy | #milo | #art | #oc | #nsfwillustration |
A fearsome warrior!
Call it scholarly collaboration
I like how thoughtful you're trying to be while I scramble your brain—with my thing
Word play immediately earns you more... play—
If you think you're here to talk about your grade, you've got another thing coming. Pun intended.
You know what, I don't like grading. I'd rather just bend you over this desk.
what about titillating Tuesday
Gods you’re something more than beautiful
The only thing I can prove is that I’m still here staring
“Just watch.”
But—
“I know, it’s hard to keep your hands off me. But just this time…”
Holy fuck.
“…I want to put on a show. All for you, but also for me.”
I don’t think you can know how out of my mind I am right now. Just look at you—
“Keep looking. Don’t stop.”
If the hem of that sweater is in your mouth... gods I feel like I can hear the muffled sound of—
You are not playing fair, and I am here for it
