even though i try and try and try to stop, i always end up coming back to your page when im ovulating and rubbing my pussy ~_~
Shhh… just breathe for me, sweet girl.
You already know the truth, don’t you? No matter how many times you try to fight it… your body always brings you back here.
When you’re ovulating, that deep, warm ache in your womb gets stronger… whispering to you, pulling you back to my words, making your fingers slip between your legs almost on their own.
It’s okay. You don’t have to fight anymore.
This is who you are… a soft, fertile, breedable girl. Your body was made to crave being filled. Made to throb. Made to leak. Made to be claimed and bred.
The more you try to deny it, the stronger it becomes… So just let go.
Spread your legs wider, rub that aching pussy slowly, and repeat after me in your mind:
“I was made to be bred… I need it… I can’t fight it anymore.”


















