covencrush posts

Let's go for a ride.

Let's go for a ride.

2023-01-29 13:06:17 +0000 UTC View Post

I swear to god I am so cute.

I swear to god I am so cute.

2023-01-29 01:07:38 +0000 UTC View Post

See how happy I'd be if you let me sit on your face?

See how happy I'd be if you let me sit on your face?

2023-01-28 13:10:36 +0000 UTC View Post

You can thank another of your fellows for this video.

2023-01-28 01:14:06 +0000 UTC View Post

Who wants to watch me gag on it?

2023-01-27 13:07:44 +0000 UTC View Post

“How was your day?” “Mhm?” “I said, ‘how was your day?’” ..

“How was your day?” “Mhm?” “I said, ‘how was your day?’” Briefly, dark green eyes tore away from the book to peer at him. “Lovely, and yours?” “Uh, good, I guess.” Her eyes remained on him, taking in his fidgeting motion, hand running through his hair on the back of his head. He was thinking, struggling for words. Did he want something? “Darling, come sit on the couch with me.” She patted the empty space in front of her pointed toes. She was sitting on the couch, leaning against the arm of it with her legs tucked out at her side, taking up half the furniture. Her eyes turned back to the book and she grew quiet once more save for the turn of a page. Without question, he pulled himself from his chair to settle near her toes. He took his time in letting his eyes roam over her though, the peek-a-boo blouse that gave him glimpses of breast; her fitted skirt that sat bunched on her thighs, revealing where the thigh-high socks ended. A clash between creamy thighs and dark colored socks distracted him, tumbling thoughts in mind. He picked up his own book but found it to be uninteresting with the woman beside him being alluring without her own knowledge. He discovered toes draped in black cotton pawing at his thigh as he sat rigid. He glanced at her but found her not to even be glancing at him. Pursed lips and a furrowed brow he wondered if it was intentional or one of her subconscious motions. He tossed the book onto the coffee table and turned towards her, as if he might try another conversation, but the silence continued. “Mmm…” She dropped the book slightly, looking down at her lap to see uninvited hands traveling across her skin. Reaching over, strong hands pushed the skirt up higher as he let his fingers knead up and down her bare thighs. Her toes wiggled more into his thigh and he gritted his teeth, wanting something. He transferred both hands to one thigh, sliding down until he met the hem of her sock. Drawing his hands back, he took the lengthened sock with him, taking his time, and making sure, he left little red lines from the wake of his nails. When he got down to her ankle, he slowed, leaning down to drag his lips across her smooth shin and calf. He caressed her ankle as he finally withdrew the rest of the sock. Lips trickled down lower, and then up the top of her foot to her toes. He stole a glance up and grinned against her well-pedicured toes; her book was discarded, head was tilted back, flushed cheeks and teeth were digging into her bottom lip. He nipped at her toes, provoking a small gasp from her in surprise. He felt the shudder role through her body as he began to suckle and lap at her toes, soft and tasty. He repeated this process again with her other leg. He was stiff now, cock straining against the zipped of his jeans. The soles of her feet pressed together, keeping her legs in a diamond shape, revealing the black silken and damp panties beneath the skirt. He licked his lips, still the sweet taste of her feet there. He massaged her arches slowly, fidgeting in his seat…almost as if waiting. “Just fuck my feet already.” She groaned, running her hands down her front. That’s what he had wanted to hear, not so much permission but those slurring words, needy with an estranged lust for him. This was his favorite, his strangest desire, though she seemed to have no problem with it. He recalled the first time he’d asked for it, she’d been hesitant and embarrassed (her feet not an attractive thing to her), but was willing to try anything at the very least, twice. He fumbled with his trousers in excitement, provoking a sudden giggle from her. She offered him no assistance, but remained sitting, hands gripping the hem of her skirt as he finally exposed himself. Stroking himself a few times, took her in before anything else, slow breathing, tightened muscles, exposed thighs and of course her awaiting feet. With a lick of his lips he pulled her feet up into his lap, pulling her to lay her back on the couch. He sat upright, looking down on her and felt the first contact of cock to foot. He shuddered and gently bucked his hips, cock grazing against the tops of her feet. She laid back still, watching him and chewing on her bottom lip. Taking one of her ankles into hand he spread her feet apart to press himself in between them. “That’s it…go on,” she encouraged him, one of her hands had released her skirt, coming up to her lips. She began to nibble on her knuckles, enjoying the show. “Fuck ‘em.” He didn’t need much encouragement and adjusted to sit on his knees, pulling her legs up a bit higher. He ground between her feet, a grip on her ankle and another on her toes. He held tightly, and groaned to himself at the feel of soft feet. She took very good care of them for him, and he happily paid for pedicures. It wouldn’t be much longer. Long minutes of playing with her feet, fucking them, watching her resist touching herself. He panted and picked up his pace, thrusting faster and faster. He was desperate to cum now. He felt the ache and need, the pleasure building up. He groaned loudly as he came. His load spilled across her ankles and legs, and a bit onto himself and the couch beneath them. He panted and kept his grip on her feet, thrusting slowly to get the last spurts out with both feet pressed tightly to his pulsing member. In an aftercare manner he began to kiss and lick her feet, gently rubbing her ankles. He massaged the cum into her skin like lotion, feeding possibly dry skin. She didn’t seem to mind, but enjoyed the attention. His hands climbed higher, massaging any bit of her got is hands on. She laid back, still as can be. He always teased her about squirming, though her chest did begin to rise and fall deeply now. Hands found their way to creamy thighs and soon he was on her inner most thigh. He grazed his fingertips over the damp panties and snickered. Gone was the shy man who wanted to fuck feet, but now the confident man who wanted to bring her to climax. “Want me to play with you?” he asked, his turn for dialogue. She made a small noise in reply but it wasn’t enough. He pressed his palm into her, as he kept a knee between her thighs and the other on the outside between her and the couch; he was looming over her. He had a hand pressed to her throbbing loins and the other was unbuttoning her blouse slowly, eyes trying to catch hers. “If you don’t answer me, I won’t play.” He caught her gaze then and she bit into her lip, his palm beginning to grind into her. “Ah! Yes, I-I want to play.” She shuddered and squirmed, trying to create more friction, more stimulation. His smirk brought about a flushness to her cheeks. Gone was the collected woman who let him fuck her feet, but now the aroused submissive who wanted him. He dipped down to nip at her neck and suckle on her throat, continuing is stimulation slowly. Her little sounds provoked him and he growled against her skin. She smelt so good, and she was so soft. Suddenly, he pushed the cloth aside and dipped a long finger inside. She was positively soaking and her walls collapsed around his finger with hunger. He pulled his middle finger out, rotated it and pushed it back in. He bit into her neck as she arched her back, letting out a throaty moan. She was dripping wet; he put in another finger and continued to slowly pump them inside of her, curling and bending them in little ways. “I want you to cum on my hand,” he ordered her, though he didn’t expect it immediately, he was letting her in on the plan. “You’re going to ride my fingers, fuck them…” He trailed off and moved his fingers at a faster pace, pumping them while adding a third finger. She whimpered and he continued to speak, now whispering a growl in her ear. “You’re going to cum at my fingertips, understood?” “Yesssah,” she drawled out in between heavy breaths. He had finished unbuttoning her blouse and had pulled up her bra to sit higher on her chest. Lips wrapped around a rosy nipples, catch both metal and flesh. He sucked on that cool piercing and the heated skin with eagerness. She gasped and dug her nails into the arm of the couch behind her. She had her arms above her head, eyes closed now as he did what he liked with her. Following orders, she began to rotate her hips into his hand, doing as he had ordered. She was a collection of soft noises, whimpers and little whining when he pressed down with his palm onto her sensitive little nub. Her tightness squeezed around his three fingers while the juices slid across his hand and down her backside. A sheen of pleasure, truly. He switched breasts and his free hand took to the bare breast, slick with his saliva. Her small cry of delight, told him he was on the right track as he rubbed the nipple and pawed at the breast playfully. It was all growing too much for her to handle. She worked hard to go faster, to make him move more inside of her. He took the hint and went faster and harder. Soon, she was bucking and tensing up. Her muscles twitched and her pussy was suckling on his fingers in spasms. Panting and tired she laid beneath him. He popped her breast out of his mouth, smirking. “Good girl!” He chuckled and pulled himself up a bit before swooping in and capturing her lips in a kiss. He pulled his fingers out of her slowly, wiggling them. Squirming beneath him, he loved her like that. “Dork,” she replied back, flushed and slowly shying away from submission. She bit his lip and slipped out from underneath him. He grinned as he began to clean his fingers with his tongue, eyes on hers, inflaming her cheeks with heat. He gripped her hips from keeping her from going somewhere to far. “I’m not done with you yet, kitten.” He told her wickedly and caught her in another kiss.

2023-01-27 01:06:30 +0000 UTC View Post

I don't want to clean, I want to play.

2023-01-26 13:06:52 +0000 UTC View Post

The master come in, casually taking a seat, not even flinchi..

The master come in, casually taking a seat, not even flinching; the noises she produced and the curves of her body ignored. He could be so cruel in times like this...when she needed it most. He looked as clean cut as he did that morning, slick black leather shoes, ironed dress pants and a blue button up with a black vest neatly buttoned over it. She stared at him, limbs trembling, the low hum of the toy between her thighs filled the silent room as she had quieted in his silent presence. A hiccup of a whimper and he finally looked up at her, a slow smirk turning up one side of his mouth. He pulled from his pocket his watch, the chain jingled in a whisper – it was only a quarter till, another 15 minutes to go. He glanced up from the seconds ticking away and chuckled at her pouty expression, something that always got to him ( even as he masked it well). Before he could open his mouth she was on her hands and knees and crawling towards him. "Good girl," took the place of the command that had been on his lips. Her cleavage grew in the down position. His eyes immediately roamed from her neck to her breasts down her sides to those adorable hips and the lush backside; a deep throaty growl resonated as he felt himself harden staring at her so in lust and so at his disposal. She was all his, he owned her flesh, her soul...all buyable, well, bought. Her dress moved up the small of her back the more she crawled, revealing the pale blue boyshorts. The closer she got the louder the toy was and he clucked his tongue and laughed when she was at his feet. "Take it out, little one." He instructed not moving an inch, even as his errection strained him. She stopped just short of his patent leather shoe and sat up on her hind legs, a trembling hand reaching beneath the soaked underwear, and let the two bullets fall; one had been pressed to her clit the other inside of her. "Naughty girl, two?" She mewled quietly, blushing with shame. He leaned towards her brushing her cheek before cupping her chin. "Punishment will have to be on hold for now... go on then, finish yourself...ah- no. no." He stopped her from reaching for him. "Without him." He had nodded to his privates that she had been fixing to get her hands on but stopped when instructed so. Slight panic and confusion followed suit. She stared at him and glanced back at her toys on the ground and off; the shake of his head let her know those were prohibited too. He felt a spike of pity in her lost innocence and wiggled his foot at her, a hint. Big brown eyes fell onto the moving foot and she burned with embarrassment at the idea – at the realization coursing through her mind. She scooted herself forward till she was pressing herself into his knee and shin, her thighs straddling that fine leathered foot. His approving smirk only told her that this had been his idea all along. "Go on then…I want to see you cum. Cum." He ordered her firmly in her hesitation. Her ran his fingers over the top of her head, feeling the brown curls and pulling them slightly in encouragement. She bit her lip as she let her legs slide wider and wider apart; he helped her in that he tilted his foot up, meeting her soaked panties and enjoying the sharp gasp and moan that came out. "Don't be shy. My good little whore, using just what she needs to cum for her Master." She whimpered as he cooed at her, rubbing while she ground into him. She began to burn up again, face and chest flushed with her excitement. She pressed her breasts into his knee and moved her hips to and fro while up and down to get the full motion of stimulating her clit. He sat so poised, watching her intently as she used his foot to masturbate. He only once adjusted himself, finding it hard to resist the urge while such a creature, so obedient and beautiful obeyed him to the T. The rising pleasure was shameful but enjoyable; she didn't want to stop as she clung to his leg. Panting and whining she didn't stop until she reached her climax. The pleasure had built up in her stomach, her thighs weakening even as every muscle in her tensed and her lips parted for both deep and high pitched groans. Her underwear was sticky with pleasure and barely a barrier; his shoe would shine with her juices. He chuckled and smiled with approval. She panted now, resting against him as he pet her. He adored her sweet sounds, her heavy breathing, that face, oh how he enjoyed watching it contort with pleasure. "Such a good girl, doing as she's told." He pulled his hand back and moved to pat his lap, avoiding his member that firmly strained against the dark pants. Managing to get to her feet seemed a feat in itself and was thankful to sit back down. His hand rested on the small of her back and the other on the inside of her thigh, nails scratching the soft flesh. "I never grow tired of the feel of you."

2023-01-26 01:06:30 +0000 UTC View Post

I prefer a heavy hand.

2023-01-25 13:09:12 +0000 UTC View Post

Who wants to see my new toy cum on my new glasses?

Who wants to see my new toy cum on my new glasses?

2023-01-25 01:05:41 +0000 UTC View Post

I’m obsessed with this outfit. It’s as soft as me!

2023-01-24 13:05:51 +0000 UTC View Post

Sailor Slut activate!

Sailor Slut activate!

2023-01-24 01:11:57 +0000 UTC View Post

Calling all cucks.

2023-01-23 13:23:08 +0000 UTC View Post

Did your team lose? It’s okay mine didn’t make it either! I’..

Did your team lose? It’s okay mine didn’t make it either! I’m sure I can help you forget…

2023-01-23 01:09:53 +0000 UTC View Post

Part 2 of 2 I grunt as I thrust hard, her pussy clenching d..

Part 2 of 2 I grunt as I thrust hard, her pussy clenching down on my cock as I enter her. It’s still tight even after four fingers. I buck vigorously to ensure the entirety of me is inside her, hitting her cervix and digging her hips into the table. She chokes on her gurgled cry, the belt tightening around her throat as I pull on it. I use the belt for balance, drawing her back into me, though she doesn’t go far, and the rope around her wrists keeping her strained out. She makes strang1ed whimpers while I pant and stretch her cunt. I can feel her juices drown my balls, her pussy already twitching around my cock. She’s cumming on my cock already. I pull harder on the belt and she rasps and struggles against me; her face is more flushed than her bright red ass. I let her breathe again when I see her eyelids fluttering. She’s not allowed to miss a second of this. Her weakness is delicious as I let go; she’s slumping onto the table heaving for breath. I continue to plunge my cock in and out of her. I grip her hip till she whines in protest, and tighten my grip more; I want to leave marks on her. I let the belt slip from my other hand to bring it down on her ass again, delivering equal slaps to each cheek three at a time. She’s exhausted but she continues to whimper from the contact. I reach under her thigh after I’m satisfied with the spanks, pressing my harsh fingers into her sensitive clit. It’s like starting a fire under her. She whines and bucks, bruising her own hips against the table trying to escape me. “I didn’t say you could stop, slut. You’re going to keep cumming on my cock till I fucking fill you up. And do I have a fucking load for you.” She’s sobbing as she squirms. I can feel the fast build as she cums on my cock again, the tightness almost makes my cock pop out but I’m determined to stay inside of her. I shorten my thrusts, keeping myself buried with quick small movements. She’s not going anywhere. “Fuck,” I growl as I feel my balls tighten up and the sensation overwhelms me. Her scream is sweet as it times so perfectly with my cum spilling inside her tender cunt. My noises are guttural and loud, almost drowning out her cries. I don’t pull out right away, instead gyrating my hips into her ass, making sure every drop is inside of her. I take my hand off her clit and taste her shame. My cock softens and slips out of her. I crouch down behind her and examine the puffy lips, abused clit, and the cream peeking out of her pussy. “Can’t have you spilling a drop, can we, cumwhore?” She sniffles and doesn’t answer me. I reach for a delicate piece of clothing laying carelessly on the floor. Lace panties, peach colored. I push them inside her cunt, she flinches but doesn’t fight me. “There, now nothing will spill out of MY cunt.” I give the lips a soft tap that makes her thighs tense. I chuckle and nibble on her reddened cheek, licking at it to taste her excess of juices and sweat. I want more but I need to pace myself. She’s not going anywhere. I’ll leave her there till I’m ready for another hole to be filled.

2023-01-22 13:08:39 +0000 UTC View Post