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@cherriegf
Growing tits should be an indicator of intellectual inferiority. All that nutrients and energy that was supposed to go to your brain is now wasted making milk jugs for men to grope.
You can try to get rid of it, but we both know the damage is already done. Just accept that you are dumber than men.
force me to download dozens of goon slop porn games and make me spend hours and hours playing them. hold a vibrator to my clit as i play. make me watch slutty little hentai girls get fucked, obscene moans blasting through my headset. condition me so that every waking hour of my life is consumed by porn, even my hobbies!
You meet an angel. They're the most beautiful creature you've ever seen with porcelain skin and wings with feathers as soft as clouds. Above their head is a gorgeous halo of radiant light. You are immediately enraptured by them.
The angel is curious about the mortal world so you show them all around your street and take them home. You feel embarrassed by all of the kinky shit you have lying around but they simply ask what it is all for.
You explain in much detail as shame wells in your chest and your cheeks burn about how some people enjoy being collared like dogs and others like being struck. You show them your collection of cocks, embarrassingly describing how your people enjoy not only the cocks of humans but those shaped like animals and creatures of myth.
They ask if there are angel dildos, you reply no. They seem disappointed so you offer to let them wear one of your straps to see what it feels like. With some trepidation they accept and soon have a massive silicon dick hanging from their hips.
They ask what they are used for, and you explain. You even offer to let them try, climbing onto the bed and offering up your holes to them. It takes only gentle encouragement before they're slamming into you over and over, stretching you wide as you moan and writhe. They enjoy when you scream "oh god" (it makes the act feel holy) and their unnatural strength makes their thrusts so hard your eyes almost roll back in your head as you cum.
The angel then asks what happened and you explain. The concept seems foreign to them. Angels do not experience such things. At least, they whisper, not in their mortal body. They indicate their halo. That beautiful ring that seems to be glowing even brighter now. You reach up and touch it, and the angel shivers and smiles. Gently you run your fingers around the circle and they let out a whimper that almost sounds pained. You're touching the essence of their being. The body is a projection, the halo is their true self. Your fingers slowly wrap around the halo and their eyes widen and they push you away.
The angel apologizes, to hold them like that would almost be too much. It would feel like controlling them, and they only serve the almighty. You nod along as your mind turns. You spend some time running your fingers along the halo, even pressing a vibrating wand against it which makes them whimper and even let out the most beautiful moan that nearly drives you to tears. Every pose they make is a work of art. Truly they are divine.
You need them. Whether to free them from the control of an uncaring deity or just because you can't bear to lose such a precious creature. You need them.
You continue to edge the angel with toys and fingers and even lapping your drooling tongue along the circle. It tastes like fire and comfort and hope. Your drool turns to gold as it drops onto their face. Eventually you try again, curling just a finger around the rim. They whimper but at this point you had given them so much pleasure they don't, or can't, stop you. You tug on the halo a little and it moves weightlessly, their body following inexorably.
Previously you couldn't get the thing to budge if you tried. But the moment you fully wrap around it, it is yours. The perfect tool of control. And what's more the angel is staring at you now not with confusion or fear but with utter adoring lust. Their tongue is out like a dog. You pull the halo again, yanking hard this time. They fall to the floor beneath it with a yelp of depraved pain. The kind of sound only a pure being could make. The essence of corruption made audible.
You take a leash from your desk. Pulling the angel closer you open the clip and hold it to the ring. You close it.
The angel collapses onto the ground, grasping at their halo in utter and complete ecstasy. Their body convulsing as they moan and whimper and whine and beg and plead and lustfully demand. The whole time the leash held in your hand slowly turning from a simple chain of stainless steel into solid gold inlaid with the most beautiful designs. The leather handle turns pure white. The clip at the end is gone now, the chain is permanently fused to the ring about their head.
The angel relaxes, staring up at you now. Their face the picture of absolute adoration. Worship. Love. Lust. Subservience. You pull on the chain, bringing them closer to you. You grasp their halo and shove it against your crotch, grinding against it lewdly. Utterly claiming it. And then you shove them to the floor and tell them to open their mouth, before riding their face while holding that ring like handlebars.
Angels aren't like you or I. We stole our free will and made our own destiny. We are our own rulers. But an angel? They were made only to serve. They know nothing else.
So why not make them serve you? You'll never find a better fuckdoll.
don’t take your hands off me
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cant stop thinking about edging a femme in the mirror making her watch MY GODDDD thats hot
I'm desperate to know how you came in your boxers from having your face ridden. Just for scientific purposes. Obviously.
The girl I was hooking up with at the time really loved getting eaten out, and I really love being ridden, so she had her hands braced against the wall and was just grinding however she wanted across my mouth. My nose was bumping her clit and she was telling me how to move my tongue, her voice suddenly becoming much more desperate and wrecked. All of this made me throb, and while I had one hand on her thigh encouraging her to keep going, I pressed the flat of my palm against the front of my boxers. Kind of coincidentally, she moaned my name and started to cum into my mouth and the same moment, which made me twitch so bad a little friction from my hand set me off. And I came in my boxers at the same moment she ground down hard against my mouth and told me to lick up the mess I made
Mouth on bulge through the fabric. You agree. Reblog
let's be perverted together 🖤🥰
why is no one rubbing their dick over my panties rn
Primal fucking to turn our brains off for a while
I genuinely feel like I've been a dog in heat for a while now. like I need someone to come by and pin me down and fuck my cunt until they're satisfied (preferably filling it with multiple loads of cum) and then i might feel normal again
rubbing the head of my cock against your clit while you sleep to keep you soaking and needy for me so the first words I hear in the morning are “please please fuck me” in that angelic sleepy voice of yours 🥰
Hi who’s going to let me suck on their tits and tongue at their nipples for six hours while I grind into them like a dog in a rut