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@curiousaboutsissy
Your cock made you a slave for dominant evil women
Again, truth!
a man’s mouth just belongs on a pussy.. sucking, and licking, and fucking pressing itself into it until the woman is satisfied
men get boners bc theyre just toys designed for u to mock and tease for getting hard and wet so easily while groping their bulge
Truth!
So I've been working out lately and as my muscles grow my wife has been casually touching them and then making cute noises at how toned I'm getting.
Is this how a "thing" starts?! 😆🙈
i do sometimes get really confused when i remember that stretch marks aren't like widely recognized as extremely attractive. the fact that during periods of growth, skin will form cracks (frequently in the shape of lightning bolts. objectively awesome). their color will vary wildly both with the color of skin, the location, and the lighting and temperature. the texture will persist, an indentation in the skin that can be easily felt. that's like such chuuni shit. im chuuni about this. sorry how could you not be chuuni about this. and textural complexity that reflects on a complex history of a subject is like famously the most awesome thing to feel when feeling anything. we talk up trees for this all the time. one of the most fun things to feel while groping. but noooo you have to be ashamed and feel bad about it. fucked up world.
I just want to slam fuck a mutt right now.
I want to lift up my skirt and slap my throbbing cock on the face of a slut who doesn't know what they got themselves into.
I want their concerns about "it being too big" or "I'm not on birth control" to be turned into "ghlk ghlk ghlk" as my balls slap against their chin while I lube my shaft with their saliva
I want them to feel my cock press against their cervix and their brain to shut off as I treat them like my fleshlight. I want the slut to feel my balls pulse as a thick load of fertile nut sludge is pumped into their womb and I don't even wait a second to continue thrusting for round two.
Pathetic mutt <3
Ok but have you stopped to consider how cute you'd look as my puppet? Like, I know you're really insistent on this whole 'free will' thing but I've got these really pretty strings that are sized perfectly for your body and so many honeyed words to whisper in your ear. You don't even need to stop fighting. You can just pause at the critical moment and I'll do all the work. We can make it look like an accident.
Do tell
you don’t even realize it anymore, do you ? how wired your body is to me. how trained it’s become
the morning starts with fingers between your thighs before your eyes even open, my voice against your neck, low and warm, telling you to be good and stay still. you try, you always do. but your hips are already twitching, your need already blooming, and i haven’t even said “cum” yet
i kiss your cheek, make you coffee, slide my hand down the front of your shorts when you pass me the mug. no warning. no teasing. just straight to the heat, just to feel how wet you still are. and of course you whimper, of course your knees wobble, of course you’re already clenching. one orgasm before breakfast. two, if i feel generous. or cruel
i press you up against the wall as you brush your teeth, hand on your throat, whispering filth between each spit and rinse. you look at me with suds on your lips and pupils blown wide, like some dumb little doll who forgot what day it is. that’s okay. you won’t need to know
by midday, you’re flushed. distracted. soaked. the toy inside you is still going, pulsing slow and steady, not enough to let you fall apart yet just enough to remind you who you belong to. you fidget through every call, every errand, every polite smile you force as if you’re not seconds away from dripping down your thighs
later, i pull you into my lap during a movie, spread your legs without a word, and slide two fingers in like i own the right. because i do. you stifle a moan, press your pretty face into my shoulder. sweet thing. no one told you being good meant being ruined hourly
and when night falls ? you know what’s coming. the real cruelty. the deep, shaking overstimulation. the “no darling doll, we're not done yet,” kind. the “hold still while i make you cum again” kind. the trembling legs, the soaked sheets, the way your voice breaks when you try to beg but all that comes out is a gasp and a cry
you were mine all day. soft and used and glowing. and tomorrow ?
we’ll do it all over again
It's about time you found out the taste of girl cum babe... 💓