this fetish stuff is getting out of hand what the fuck is word play
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this fetish stuff is getting out of hand what the fuck is word play
the reason that wounds that break the skin hurt is because its always supposed to be dark inside your body and when your blood sees sunlight for the first time it gets scared. and that causes the pain. or maybe it doesnt
she went swimming at the beach that turns you into a pooltoy
Tied up
Nell Gets Tranced in the Kitchen, and….
"I--um--you, you can't do that." Nell's voice sounded anesthetized in her own ears, her protests little more than feeble murmurs, and she found herself unable to really do anything to stop Jezzie as the statuesque redhead reached in under the hem of Nell's powder blue sundress and hooked her fingers into the waistband of Nell's panties. She had a vague sense of embarrassment, a kind of loose and muzzy understanding that this wasn't something she was supposed to be letting another woman do to her and if someone walked in on them it would be scandalous… but none of her emotions had any real urgency, and it seemed so much easier to simply slump back against the fridge and focus her energies on keeping her drooping eyelids open.
Jezzie didn't make it any easier for Nell to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head when she rubbed directly over Nell's clit with two fingers and murmured, "There's a wet spot here, dearie. I think that means you're going to let me do any damned thing I want." Nell's hands clenched and unclenched uselessly, struggling and failing to avoid inextricably associating the sound of Jezzie's husky contralto with the warm swells of pleasure fuzzing her mind even deeper into trance, and she knew instinctively that she wasn't going to be able to lever herself out of this state of placid hypnotic ecstasy without help. And since Jezzie seemed interested in doing pretty much anything but helping, she'd need to hope someone walked in on them despite the potential for embarrassment it carried.
But nobody did. Jezzie knelt there for several long moments, rubbing and teasing until Nell's slick cunt saturated the fabric of her panties with musk and the wet spot grew bigger and bigger, the whole time cooing, "Oh, sweetie. How long has it been since you've been touched like this, hmm? How long has it been since someone's made you really feel like a naughty little slut who can't get enough?" Nell wanted to say she wasn't interested in feeling like a naughty little slut, but the more she focused on the throb between her legs the more notional the objection became and soon she was just leaning back with her eyes squeezed shut and soft, liquid moans of pleasure on her lips. It was awfully hard to argue against this with her mind so blank and empty and aroused. She couldn't pretend she wasn't enjoying this when she kept humping Jezzie's fingers.
Finally Jezzie pulled the panties down and off entirely, letting Nell's skirt fall back down and bringing the sheer fabric up to her nose for a long, theatrical sniff. "You can ask for these back at the end of the night," she chuckled, watching as Nell's eyelids slowly fluttered open and she reluctantly adjusted her brain to the notion that the pleasure had finally stopped. "You come to me after everyone's gone home, and you get down on your knees and beg me to give them back to you, and I'll see if I'm feeling generous or if I'll make you earn them. But until then I think you're just going to have to feel the breeze on that pretty pussy and remember just how easily you lost yourself to me." She spun the blonde away from the fridge and gave her a playful swat on the ass, pushing her back out in the direction of the party, and a discombobulated Nell staggered back out with her eyes still glassy and unfocused, unable to stop herself from fantasizing about what might happen when the evening was over.
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life pro tip: pokemon held item rules apply to you too. hold onto a single berry and eat it when you feel weak. hold onto your leftovers to nibble at throughout the day to regain stamina. hold onto ultranecrozium z to attack your foes with the light that burns the sky.
Android type thing shaking and shivering, trying to push warm and wet sensations away. Input that it never adjusts to fully. You're not supposed to put that in there... Google, how to make the meat creature stop licking my various ports and sensors and inserting things into my chassis (please don't actually stop >_<) ... Machine overheating and the sensation is burning really nicely. Shower that is way too hot, but it feels too good to go back at this point. You might as well enjoy it and see the output. And then the shower is a living guy who thinks your reactions to this are really exciting. I lost the plot here. Noncon play pretend I love you
its called a cd because it stands for compact disc
its kind of fun to uninstall programs you arent using to free up space and see them all beg for their lives
I am the surgeon & I am the patient & I am the technician handing over the scalpel & I am the scalpel & I am the pervert touching themselves in the corner
Domesticated computers will eat a disc right out of someone’s hand but wild computers are too shy you have to leave the disc on the ground and let it walk over to it and eat it itself
how dare you leave this important pc health info in the tags
i just think watching you slowly lose functionality as i delicately tear the wires from your neck and upper back would be kinda hot.
I’m gonna be honest it could be any of these at any time.
obsessed with tone tags that are technically true but entirely irrelevant
man how is it 3pm already. /nonsexual
The most annoying this is that, in theory, a new technology that is secretly making you dumber and controlling your mind is REALLY hot
IN THEORY
Fiction doesn’t have all of the actual psychological impact on the masses and the environmental impact and also doesn’t chew up and spit out other peoples’ creative work without permission
Evil AI in fiction hot
Evil AI in real life not really the AI it's the corpo overlords.
I'VE BEEN SAYING THIS!!!!!