Rare albino puma
if I ever encounter this mystical beast, my last words will probably be "pspspspspss"
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Rare albino puma
if I ever encounter this mystical beast, my last words will probably be "pspspspspss"
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'Tits' telling and showing us why she deserve no respect, after all, how can you respect this pathetic piece of fuck meat with no dignity? hahaha make her feel like the disposable object she is.
Well said cunt!
she's so goals!!! So hot to see a girl freely bounce her tits and admit we will never be equal to Men 🩷🩷
This dumb cunt used to be such a good piece of entertainment 👍
Omg I used to reblog this dumb bitch and write degrading stuff to help Men cum to her 🤭🥰 At least she's still porn hihi 🤭💕
I used to think edging was sooo dumb and silly… I luvvv cumming…
But then I tried it
Mmmmf~
The more I edged, the more I’d zone out. Minutes melted into hours, I eventually started edging out every other day, then multiple times a day. I could feel myself becoming more ditzy
I edge
I drop
I edge
I drop
I edge
I drop
Deeper…. Deeper…
Edging makes my mind go pop
Drip… Drop…
Suck… Cock…
I can’t stop giggling
liek, why would I ever want to cum, good girls don’t cum - good girls just rub their silly little brains away🥰
reblog to send your mutuals a hug. maybe just the thought is enough to cheer them up 🥺
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It was really all Master’s fault. He never should have left her alone in the toy store. One minute they had been shopping for a Christmas gift for his Nephew, and then he said “Wait right here. I’ll be right back”. And just like that He disappeared around a corner.
loreli looked around but couldn’t find her Master, but what she did find was aisle after aisle of dolls. Ever since she had dedicated herself to becoming her Master’s bimbo she had always looked to dolls as a kind of role model. And here she was with their blank, flawless, plastic faces staring blankly back at her. Without her Master there she didn’t know what to do, so she copied her sister’s in their packaging, she took her best doll pose and let go of the last of the thoughts in her head, standing happily there next to all of the other playthings.
Master came back around the corner not too long thereafter, and He instantly knew exactly what what had happened and at the same time He had no idea what had happened. Master looked at His lovely bimbo doll, standing there next to all of the other dolls and it was easy for Him to put two and two together and deduce what had gone through her silly little head. But for the life of Him He could not imagine how she had ended up naked!
loreli came back to life, if somewhat still a little dazed, when He put His arm around her covering her with His coat. “honey, why are you naked?” He asked.
“huh?” she asked. Whenever she slipped this deep into doll-mode the words took awhile to come back to her.
“Why are you naked, honey?”
she giggled as if to say that it was silly to imagine that she would need a reason to be naked.
Master sighed. “Where did your clothes even go?!?” He asked more surprised than exasperated. her beautiful dress, that she liked to call her Christmas shopping dress, was no where to be seen.
“Ummm… oh. Umm, like i don’t even know!” she said with a little shake of her head as if to emphasize just how empty her head was.
“ *sigh* Don’t worry about it. Let’s pay for these toys and then you’re getting an early Christmas present.”
“i am !?! Is it like a new dress?!?”
“Well you can’t go running around the mall naked can you.” He answered rhetorically.
“i dunno. can i?”
“Don’t worry about it baby.”
“Okie dokie!” she said with a giggle.
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This is a fantastic logo.
holy shit you’re right
the graphic designer in me just squealed a little bit
The San Francisco Call, California, July 28, 1893
Ribbons
A warning: Possibly hypnotic smut ahead.
Good evening, sleepy girl.
“Where…where am I?”
You have forgotten. Needless thoughts will be wiped away.
“What are you…what have you…?”
Memories. Names. They are just clutter. Better to let them go, don’t you agree?
“Better…yes, of course. Why…can’t I see?”
Without sight, you will see so much better, in this place.
“My hands…won’t move. I’m not…wearing any clothes.”
Of course, my dear. It’s better for you to be this way, don’t you agree?
“Of course…”
Relax into this entranced state. Let go.
Though you cannot see, you feel something. Satin and soft.
Two strands of ribbons, resting at your ankles. You sense them, yes?
“Yes…they’re…nice.”
Very good. And you can feel their touch, sliding ever so gently around you.
“Yes…yes…”
Tingling slightly.
You can feel them, see them, moving up your body.
“They feel so nice.”
The ribbons, silken and smooth, caressing your legs.
Each creeping inch of ribbon, making you so sensitive, as they ascend up your calves.
“Ribbons..”
So weak.
So aroused.
“Hold on…I…”
Feel their tingling intensify as they wrap around your quivering thighs.
“…”
And as they do so, feel your mind being wrapped as well.
So tightly wrapped around your mind.
“I..I’m…”
Becoming weak.
“W-weak…”
Submissive.
“Submiss-“
Bound. To my will.
Your entranced mind goes down so easily, as the ribbons move higher and higher.
Your legs are bound together. Your arousal heightens.
Your fingers long to play, to touch. But they are helpless in the air.
Helpless to resist.
“Helpless…”
Just as you are helpless to resist.
“I’m…helpless…”
Helpless to resist the pleasure of sweet sensual ribbons creeping around your waist.
Helpless to resist my words in your mind, don’t you agree?
“Of course…”
Go deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
As you feel the silk strands sensitizing you further.
Wrapping around your body and mind.
Only thinking of pleasure.
Arousal.
“A-aroused…”
Desire.
Desire to serve.
“Serve…”
As the ribbons caress your breasts now.
Teasing and touching.
Squeezing so tightly now.
As you feel your entire form completely helpless.
Hands in the air.
Body wrapped in the ribbons.
A beautiful little present. Bound and helpless.
Entranced and submissive.
You can’t hold back. Your body writhes and squirms.
Breathing deep. Moaning slightly.
“Mmm…ngh…”
Good girl.
You want more.
To feel more pleasure.
Just as much as you want to obey my voice.
My voice is pleasure.
You want release.
To feel your orgasm take you down even deeper into submission.
To let your mind drop even deeper into my voice.
Repeat.
I must submit.
“Must…submit.”
I must obey.
“I must…obey.”
I must submit.
“I must submit.”
I must give in.
“I must give in.”
My will is gone.
“My will is gone.”
I am a good, obedient, submissive.
“I’m a good…obedient, s-submissive.”
Good girl.
“A good girl”
Entranced, hypnotized girl.
“Yes…yes.”
Let it build. Let the heat build further.
“Please…please more.”
Getting closer.
“I want it.”
Going deeper.
“I need it.”
More.
“P-please…”
Pleasure.
“More pleasure…”
Helpless.
“I n-need to…”
Hypnotized.
“Release.”
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