A blog of What I like and want or that make me feel all wet and tingly.😘🤑💦😈💋 29/ Goddess and slut I am Domme and submissive-little, puppy, toy. Manyvids verified I am a Contentcreator and Do Customs with very few limits if you can fund it !!😘🤑💦😋😈💲🦉💖💵 DM ME content etc... $app $owldrainyou amazon and Google pay [email protected] if your from AZ lets be friends
Study Sesh. You brought your textbook. You actually brought it.
The one with cherry-stained lips notices first. She's the one who invited you, the one you've known since freshman year, when she still wore glasses and talked about med school. That was a few years ago. Now she looks at your textbook and then at your face with something between pity and amusement.
"Oh my god," she says. "She actually thought we were going to study."
The other two laugh. The blue-eyed blonde is sprawled across the bed in a pink silk thing that barely qualifies as clothing. The one with hair dyed bubblegum pink is on the floor painting her nails, not looking up, but smiling.
"You said this was a study session." Your voice comes out defensive. Childish.
"I say lots of things." Cherry Lips crosses the room. "Sit down. You're making me anxious just standing there."
You sit on the edge of the bed because you don't know what else to do. The textbook stays in your lap. A talisman.
"She's so tense," Blue Eyes observes. She's propped up on her elbows, watching you.
"This exam is worth forty percent of our grade."
"Okay, but why do you care so much?" Pink Hair glances up from her nails. Genuine confusion. "Seriously. Why does that matter?"
You open your mouth to explain and realize you don't have a quick answer. It just matters. Grades matter. You're supposed to care about things like this. But the words feel heavy and complicated and they're all looking at you like you're speaking a foreign language.
"Never mind," you say.
"Here." Cherry Lips takes the textbook out of your lap. Sets it on the floor, out of reach. "You can have it back later. Just..." she gestures at your general vibe, "let's just deal with this first."
"I'm fine."
"You're literally sitting like you're waiting for a job interview." Blue Eyes tugs at your grey university hoodie. "What is this, even?"
"It's comfortable."
"It's a disaster." Cherry Lips is behind you now, her hands on your shoulders. She starts kneading, and despite yourself, something loosens. "You're allowed to be pretty, you know."
"I know that."
"Do you?" Her thumbs dig into a knot at the base of your neck. You make a sound you didn't intend to make. "Because you dress like you're trying to disappear."
Pink Hair finishes her nails. She crawls over, settles cross-legged in front of you. "Take off the hoodie, babe."
"What?"
"Just the hoodie. I want to see."
You look at Cherry Lips, but she just keeps massaging your shoulders. Blue Eyes is watching with her chin in her hand.
You take off the hoodie.
Underneath you're wearing a plain white tank top. Nothing special. But the way they look at you, you'd think you'd revealed something.
"See?" Pink Hair starts to gush. "You're fucking hot. Why do you keep all this covered up?"
"It's just what I wear."
"Not anymore." Cherry Lips' hands slide down your arms, raising goosebumps. "This is an intervention. We're fixing you tonight."
Blue Eyes produces a vape, takes a long pull, blows it toward the ceiling. The vanilla scent thickens. Your mind starts to get even more hazy. Taking all this in. "Remember when she used to be like this?" She nods toward Cherry Lips. "Stressed about grades?"
"I wasn't this bad."
"You cried about a B+."
"That was one time!"
"And now look at you." Pink Hair gestures at Cherry Lips, still behind you, still touching you. "Now you're a slut." There's an affection in the word slut that you're not used to hearing. It's never sounded so sweet before.
"We taught her," Blue Eyes explains. "Like we're going to teach you."
"Teach me what?"
Nobody answers. Cherry Lips grabs your tank top. You should stop her. You know you should stop her. But her touch feels so good and you're tired, so tired of carrying everything, and when she starts lifting it up you just raise your arms and let her.
You're wearing a plain cotton bra underneath. Beige. Practical.
"Oh, babe, not again" Pink Hair says.
"It’s not that bad!"
"Don’t worry, we'll fix it."
Blue Eyes slides off the bed and kneels beside Pink Hair. They're both in front of you now, looking up. Cherry Lips unhooks your bra with a practiced motion and the straps slide down your shoulders before you can process what's happening.
You cross your arms over your chest.
"Don't." Pink Hair pulls your arms away. Gentle but firm. "Let us look."
They look. All three of them, staring like you’re a pretty mannequin posed in the shop window.
"Her nipples are hard," Blue Eyes observes. To the others, not to you.
"She totally into this." Cherry Lips sounds satisfied. "I told you she'd like it!"
"I'm just cold."
"Sure you are."
Blue Eyes leans forward and kisses your stomach. Just below your ribs. A soft, warm press of lips. She looks up at you.
"Okay?"
You nod. You don't know why you nod.
"She said okay." Blue Eyes reports this to the others like you're not there. "She's being such a good girl."
The words hit you somewhere low. You feel heat spread through your chest, down into your stomach. Cherry Lips' mouth is on your neck now, kissing, biting gently. Pink Hair's hands are on your thighs, sliding upward.
"She's breathing faster," Pink Hair notes.
"Her skin's so red," Cherry Lips adds. "Look at her cheeks. She’s so cute!"
They're narrating you. Treating you like the class pet. You should hate it. Instead your hips shift on the bed, restless, seeking something.
"There," Blue Eyes says. "She's starting to squirm."
"Unbutton her jeans."
You don't know who says it. It doesn't matter. Hands are at your waistband, working the button, sliding the zipper down. You lift your hips without being asked and they pull your jeans off in one smooth motion.
"Plain cotton," Pink Hair reports, looking at your underwear. "Matching the bra."
"At least she's consistent."
They laugh. You should be humiliated. You're so wet you can feel it soaking through the fabric.
"Oh." Blue Eyes presses her fingers against you through the cotton. Her eyes widen. "Oh, she's—"
"Let me feel." Pink Hair reaches over. "She's soaked!"
"Already?"
"Have you been wet this whole time, babe?"
You don't answer. Cherry Lips bites your earlobe.
"Answer her."
"A little."
"Don’t be shy. Say it."
"I've been... wet. The whole time."
"While you were clutching your little textbook. While you were whining about the exam." Cherry Lips sounds delighted.
They pull off your underwear. Blue Eyes spreads your thighs apart, looking at you with open fascination.
"She's so pink," she says. "And she’s literally dripping. I think she’s into us."
"Touch her. See what she does."
Blue Eyes slides a finger into your pussy and your whole body jerks. They all watch it happen, watch your reaction like it's a show put on for their benefit.
"Wow, she’s sensitive."
"Try her clit."
A fingertip circles your clit and you moan, loud, unable to stop it. Pink Hair giggles.
"That's so cute. Do it again."
Blue Eyes does it again. You moan again. You can't help it. You can't control any of this.
"She's not thinking about her grades anymore," Cherry Lips observes.
You're not. You're not thinking about anything. There's just the finger on your clit and the hands on your thighs holding you open and the three of them watching you fall apart.
"Put another finger inside her."
Two fingers slide into you and you gasp, back arching. Cherry Lips catches you, holds you against her chest.
"Look at her face," Pink Hair whispers. "She's gone."
"Not yet." Blue Eyes curls her fingers and you cry out. "But she's getting there."
"Make her cum. I want to see what she looks like when she’s cumming."
The fingers move faster. Thumb on your clit. You're panting, grabbing at the sheets, at Cherry Lips' arms, at anything. They watch you with focused attention, cataloging every sound, every twitch.
"She's close. Look at her stomach."
"Her thighs are shaking."
You cum with all three of them watching, analyzing, commenting on the way your body clenches and releases. It's the most exposed you've ever felt in your life. It's the best orgasm you've ever had.
"See," Cherry Lips says, chin on your shoulder. "Wasn’t that so much better than studying."
Making someone masturbate to whatever you decide for them. Making sure it's more and more extreme. You're gonna turn them into a real slut that craves grosser and grosser things and gets wet so easily.
The perfect cocksleeve and source for amusement. Because what's better than a slut you've trained to lose all self worth?
jbbartram-illu
jacobvanloon
prguitarman
blakekathryn
izzy806
gummygunk
