As always herdirtylittleheart's tags are the adorablest part.
Bourbon is most definitely for grown ups.
Babygirls get what they want, when they want it.
Mark me as your little, Daddy. Pleeeeease?
on hand by David Samson
Nine times out of ten it makes me so seriously, seriously horny.
Something about being part of that many bodies, moving with the beat, pulsing in unison, but still moving with individuality, shuts my ever chattering brain off and sets my body tingling. I find myself scanning the floor, searching out that one other person in a similar state - pupils just a wee bit too dialated, the predatory licking of the lips, hands that seem to be reaching for something.
There’s no other way to put it. I get to a point and my dancing changes to almost sex standing up - it’s just me, and I’m fully clothed, but the way my hips are moving it must be clear to all what’s going on in my head.
I’m waiting for you to suddely appear behind me, for arms to snake down to my hips and pull me close. I’m waiting for you to bend your lips to my ear and tell me, ‘Good girls don’t move that way.”
I’ll wiggle my arse into you and you’ll know tonight I don’t want to be a good girl. After all, everyone needs a night off sometimes.
Models: Leda Petit and Hannah Tasker-Poland
Photos by La Petit Mort
My kind of saints.
Please Daddy, fill up my needy little bum?