Let me clear something up.... I don't care if you're a Man or a woman. Single or married. White, black, Asian, Indian, Latino, etc. You are better than me and I'd be honored to have you tell me about it. Thank you please 🥹

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Let me clear something up.... I don't care if you're a Man or a woman. Single or married. White, black, Asian, Indian, Latino, etc. You are better than me and I'd be honored to have you tell me about it. Thank you please 🥹
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Boys will be boys. Lol
The difference between this and rape is when Im crying and still remember to say thank you after each one cums.
Damn i love your blog!
Feel the urge to throatfuck you until right before i cum, then ram it in your cunt and unload there, then shove it up your ass and piss in it and plug it to keep it inside you.
Obviously you'd clean my cock with your tongue and mouth, which would lead to repeating the entire procedure.
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Damn girl! You're lucky as fuck 🤤
Foreplay
Sent this text to my husband while he out at the dentist. He came home and immediately had me give him a blow job.
I told him I wanted him to go out and not give me details and just come home and have me suck his cock and lick his ass after with no explanation. A proper opportunity to cheat a little. He seemed into the idea.
I’m also definitely going to be denied oral for the long haul as well. He admitted to me he doesn’t enjoy doing it for me and while it could hurt my feelings I think we’re going to just keep embracing our dynamic where I’m denied oral and he gets daily blow jobs. If he wants to go down on his other partners he will of course. I love that there’s things he does with other women that he doesn’t do with me 💕
Mmm let him go fuck other women and leave the dirty jobs of licking his ass to the wife.
This is my life and I couldn’t be happier. I’m expected to lick his ass and he will never give me oral. I don’t deserve it so he saves it for other girls.
EVERYTHING about this
I wish I could super love something. I need a super love reaction emoji!!!
The grosser you are, the better
Why? Because it's fun to see just how low you're willing to sink, and what things you're going to do. Both to get off and for my perverse amusement.
Going from being a nice, normal girl when you're out and about, to transforming into the filthy slut I know you as once you enter my door. Knowing full well I'm going to treat you like shit, although not knowing how far I will push you and what fucked up things I will make you do.
If it's nasty and you're shamefully admitting to being up to it, you better believe I'll make you do it.
Into oral worship? Yeah, I will make you suck my cock and balls, but I'm also going to push you lower, goading you into creeping further between my legs until I've turned you into a good little asswipe. Then going from just an asswipe to an ass-worshipping whore who knows that I expect her to lay underneath me and tongue fuck my ass like it's a sloppy makeout session.
Got a piss kink? I might make you wet yourself, and I might make you hold your pee until you're desperate and begging me for release. But you better believe that I'm not going to stop pushing you further. Not stopping until I can go from just hosing you down with my piss in the shower, to planting my cock in your mouth and draining every drop from my bladder down into your piss-tank tummy. I'm sure it'll take some training, but the journey there is part of the fun, don't you think?
Is dirty talk the key to your heart? I'll happily call you a good girl when you deserve it, and a dirty girl when you perform all those degrading things for me. But of course I'll go further, I'll call you filthier things. Then, soon enough I'll encourage and make you repeat my depraved requests and make you beg for it with genuine need and desperation. All those rancid, filthy, perverse words won't just be coming from me, they'll be spilling forth from your own mouth as well.
And if you like humiliation? Oh there are so much we can do. From just me inspecting your body and feeling you up. To making you dress up all nice and fancy, having you put loads of effort into your makeup. Only to rail you in a Mcdonald's bathroom, spitting on you and making you drool all over yourself from fucking your throat.
Of course, the rabbit holes goes deeper, much deeper, and I am not one to shy away from nasty stuff. Not if you're willing to slide further and further down the slippery slope of filthy perversion. I'll match you in depravity and push you further. Just try me.
Keep pushing, always pushing
desperately want to measure the progress of me becoming a gaping anal whore by seeing how much piss I can take until my hole is overflowing
(via tighthornywhore2)
(via thestraightaero)
If you piss in my ass I'm just going to assume you love me. Them the rules
I think Men should call girls bitches more. More casually.
Laugh in a cunt’s face when she tells you to stop.
When it tells you to stop, laugh at it and double down. Call it a bitch again. And again.
If you do it well enough, it will even forget its own name.
Absolutely welcome this
If you are a desperate little whore obsessed with the idea of being split open on two fat cocks you’re legally and morally obliged to like and reblog this post
Stop swiping in circles, find real matches who actually want to meet!
Cow Bitch
The fertility treatments make you feel fuzzy and warm. It’s hard to concentrate on anything too long. The first time you were led to a trough to eat mealy goop on your hands and knees, you hesitated. A firm spank on your bare ass made you reluctantly bend your head and start munching. The girl (wait, cow) next to you smacked loudly. It felt gross and embarrassing.
Now with hormones flooding your system, the feed tastes so good. You eagerly shove your face into it and basically hoover it into your system. The farmer watching you chuckles. “That’s it, cow bitch. Get nice and plump.” Your face burns with shame but you keep swallowing mouthfuls of the dense protein goop.
Within two weeks, your thighs and ass are noticeably rounder. Your tits—udders—sway more as you crawl around the large barn and the pasture you’re allowed to explore twice a day. Everything feels so hazy, so perfect.
It’s during one of your pasture crawls that you start feeling warmth between your legs. The heat comes on suddenly. Within minutes, you can think of nothing except trying to relieve the ache. Only your training keeps you from reaching a hand down to rub yourself.
The ache grows throughout the day until you’re trembling with need. A farmer comes to round the cows up for their evening meal. He’s the tall broad one with thick hands. He smacks each cow lightly on the bottom as they file past him into the barn. When it’s your turn, the slap on your rump elicits an involuntary moan. It sounds hoarse and lusty even to your ears.
The farmer pauses, looks you over, then shouts to someone in the barn. “Mark Sweetie Pie down for tomorrow, she’s in heat.” Your face burns bright red. You know exactly what’s in store for you, having watched it happen to other cows several times every day.
You can barely sleep that night. The pulsing between your legs is unbearable. Curled on your side in your hay bed, you try to rub your legs together a little. It’s no good, too little friction. Your hands and feet are tied to fence posts on opposite sides of your stall—loosely, so you can move around and sleep comfortably, but unable to touch yourself to relieve your burning need. The farmers don’t rely on a cow’s training sticking when she’s in heat.
When the farmers come to fetch you in the morning, they find you sprawled out, legs wide, moaning. It’s so embarrassing but you can’t stop. You see the tall broad one look directly at the wetness coating your thighs and you shudder with shame. It feels so good, though. Before you can stop yourself, you let out a long, low moo.
He laughs. “Don’t worry, Sweetie Pie. We’re gonna take care of that right quick for you.” You thrust your mound in the air as if begging him to take care of it right then. He laughs again. “Oh no, you horny cow bitch. We need to do it properly so we can make sure the seed takes.”
He leads you to the breeding floor. You can feel your slick juices trickling down your legs. You know everyone else can see it too. The other cows watch passively. Most of them have gone through this already. You look at the bred ones and their faces look blank and dumb. What’s about to happen to you will make you look like them. Just a placid breeding cow.
Your legs tremble as you crawl up on the mounting station. You lay face down on the mounting board and someone brusquely lifts your feet into the stirrups and then cranks them wide so your bare crotch is well exposed. Someone else fist pumps over your udders. You won’t have milk yet but getting milked and seeded at the same time is said to increase fertility. Your hands are bound down by your sides. This isn’t strictly necessary but you know the farmers like the aesthetic of a girl bound and spread, udders hanging off one end and cunt off the other. A slab of fuckmeat.
You’re left in this position for a good ten minutes. They want you to savor your first breeding. Shame pulses through your body. Your entire existence comes down to this. You’re an animal, a breeding cow, a bitch. This is what it means to be female.
When a rough hand finally lands on your rump, you gasp. Remembering yourself, you turn it into a meek moo. Your farmer, as you now think of the broad one, chuckles. “I love a cow’s first breeding,” he tells you. “You’re not really a cow until you’re properly knocked up.” You moo in agreement, face burning. One of the cows watching you clenches her legs together. Your shame is making her drip.
You hear a zipper, then—your farmer’s cock is at your entrance. Your entire body twitches, causing him to chuckle again. He takes his time, drawing his erection slowly around the glistening lips of your cow cunt. Your cow cunt! You moo in shame, this time louder. The humiliation of this is making your entire body ache with need. You’re a fuckcow!
Just as this shameful acceptance of your fate flits across your mind, your farmer impales you on his cock. Fuck, it feels so good! You groan loudly, earning a slap across your rump. You have to moo. So you do, over and over again. Each time he thrusts inside your cow cunt, you moo so loud that it echos from the rafters.
“That’s it, bitch!” the farmer grunts, pumping your hole harder. “Show me how a cow milks seed!” You obey, mooing and gripping his cock with your cow cunt. The pumps work your udders hard. Hormonal lust courses through your body.
You meet the eyes of a cow watching you. Her eyes and mouth are rounded in awe. She looks like a dumb cow. Just like you. “Moooooooo!” you bellow as your cow cunt spasms hard. You cum on the cock breeding you.
This is enough to make the farmer finish. “Fuck, you cow bitch!” he groans, thrusting inside you one last time. You can feel his warm seed coat your cunt walls. Your hole twitches it deeper. You know this is it, you’ve just been knocked up. You stare blankly ahead, udders and cunt still pulsing. You’re officially a fuckcow.
Moooooooo 🐮
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@goonwithpixieee
I love being at home like a good girl doing laundry while he goes out and cheats on me.
He’s been doing it soooooo much lately.
I will always encourage Him to "cheat" but is it really cheating when He's finding hotter better bitches than me.... Anyway, have fun and both of them can tell me all about it later please
sex is when i kick you in the stomach with my boot as hard as i can
And then I say thank you