AlbaLaEsclava

NSFW ASF! 30 🏳️‍⚧️⛓️💙 Fully Consensual risk informed kink 💙🌺 Roleplay, Fauxcest, Happily Engaged 💙 T4T 💙🏳️‍⚧️🌺

[fillmecreampie]

If the thought of fucking raw gets you instantly wet/hard, reblog this.

I can’t be the only one addicted to the feeling.

[broken-god7]

Everytime

[degenerate-baby-deactivated2017]

[masterofyoungslvts]

Ficklöcher sind gute Aschenbecher

Sluts are good ashtrays

[slvttprincess-deactivated202504]

Casual humiliation makes me so wet. Make me bounce my tits while I try to tell you something important. Make me do doggy tricks in front of your friends. Make me bend over and slap my ass in public. Make me go to my uni lectures with panties with your cum on them. Just do random things to humiliate me and remind me of my place as a set of holes to be used 💗

[thedreadeddarkness-deactivated2]

“That’s my good fvck pup…

Now stay…”

D.🖤

[hard-n-harder]

[bratschool]

[uncleseedy]

[albatheflower]

Omg dad please!! 🫠🫠

[actonregrets-deactivated2026070]

smoking with big sis and greening out.. waking up to her sucking yr tdick aa

[dudesexyyy]

[albatheflower]

Who would have guessed I'd be a hot goth chick, playing games for my husband like a good little toy 🩷

[melon-bunny]

they’re calling me the cutest rapebait in town

[albatheflower]

Sat in the hospital, already thought about daddy fucking my doctor or dragging me to the bathroom and using me like a good girl! 🩷💙🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

[rodentwithmanners]

oh no i slipped and sucked on your thumb all sloppy while looking up into your eyes and zoning out

[sweet-strayx]

i’m just a dumb set of holes waiting to be filled ♡︎

[lfparker14]

[veiled-heart-deactivated2026052]

this is your fault. you shouldn’t have been so pathetic, so yourself. but you were. and now look at the consequences of your own actions.

it’s not my fault, baby. it’s yours.

[5daylockerpiece]

I find your robot body in an old warehouse. It sits there quiet, unassuming, among worn clothing and rusty nails on the chalk white floor. When I look at it and it looks at me, the optical receptors shake in their sockets. Something about their glint makes me want to take you home. I do it once. I do it again.

I find in you the joy of creation. I build you up anew as I would a derelict sanctuary of machine. I relish. Slowly, I find the fractures, the nicks and scratches, and manufacturer defects. I relish. I bring them home too, and bring replacements, upgrades, tweak cables, work until I sweat on machinery too precious to stain, until the metallic bone absorbs and strengthens the old. I relish, in the joy of you, in the joy of teaching a young thing, in the beauty of the worn ancient rocks in the landscape that dot the Earth like constellations. I trace back the order of old glitches, rewrite them and make them right by hand, building and adapting as I build and adapt you. I mend your frayed copper cables like an unruly girl's bloody knees when she's been playing in the wild past dark. I polish your lacquer every day before going out, and boot you down every night, resting your cold metal limbs against my hairy, fleshy ones and finding solace.

My father was a repair man, and I found my daughter in an old warehouse. She sat there quiet, unassuming, among worn clothing and rusty nails on the chalk white floor. When I looked at her and she looked at me, something in my heart betrayed its own nature. Something about her glow made me want to bring her home.