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The cultural and genetic advantages of the women of East Asian heritage are the rightful property of white men. All of them. The human species will grow from this process and high civilization shall again flourish.

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wickedkinkywoman

tamedmother

His toy, his property, his treasure...😍😍😍

deenme

tamedmother

The male hunger and lust!!!❤️❤️❤️

wh0re-degrader-4x

Let's turn that brain off.

tamedmother

My body belongs to my Husband, it's an object He owns - He can play with it as He pleases!😍

hatexfvckme

The only thing you want more than half white babies is 3/4 white grandbabies

Bleach me Sir!!

v1de0v1en64

Hii are you into women?👀 if so, preferences?

Not rlly, but im open to it. If I were to do a threesome, me, a guy, and a girl, I lowkey would want her to look like me. Brownskin, big tits, phat ass. I don't mind sucking on a tiddy while being pumped by a BWC Bull.

love-in-contrast

Devour Her

stemmingspark

Give me motivation to write please Devi I need and I mean NEED to write this sister homewrecker idea I’ve had

[Wassup homie, hopefully if I write out mine, you'll get the motivation to write yours :)]

C/W: Cuckquean, Incesty-ehh

Could you imagine my cock slamming into your pretty little cunt as I talk about your sister? My hips just fucking grinding against yours as I fucking moan to the thought of her? My hands idly groping at your tits while I tell you how badly I wished they were hers?

That'd be fucked up, wouldn't it? You'd never encourage it. After all, it's your cunt I'd be emptying my load into. Those are your tits I'd be groping. Your lips I'd be making out, even if we pretended you were her. It'd all be a fun little fantasy.

Except... one night, while I'm away "on a work trip", you might get a message from your sister. Ding, the notification might chime and for a brief second, in the preview of it, you might see something incredibly strange. But surely you'd be mistaken. Surely your own sister wouldn't have sent you a picture of her tits.

And she wouldn't have.

Not really. Because you'd see a pair of strong, rough hands molesting your sister's fat tits. Familiar hands attached to a familiar face and a familiar set of lips that were softly kissing your sister's neck.

"He told me you'd like this," the accompanying message would say, sending shivers down your back. And you would, wouldn't you? Watching the fantasy unfold into reality as you desperately text back. First in a weak attempt to recover your dignity... and then to ask for more. To see more.

God, how long would the knot of fear and jealousy take to loosen before you're spreading your legs and doing the best thing you can for your anxiety? Simply rubbing away at your pretty cunt. Imagining all the things I'd been telling you about her for the past while and whether I'd actually done that to her. How long had it been going on for? How many times had I fucked you with her cunt drool still on my cock? How many times had you sucked my cock after it'd been inside her?

God, I'd love sending you video after video of what I'd do to her. Showing you your sister in ways you'd never seen before. Showing her that being a pathetic little cocksleeve for me seemed to run in the family.

God... I wonder what you'd do if I started bringing her home?

I wonder what you'd tell her if I fucked you in front of her and told her about all the disgusting shit we'd said about her.

stillvathek

So what if you think about cock more than girls now.

So what?

It doesn’t mean anything. The whole point of a kink and a fetish is that it’s exciting, right? That it’s fun and new and something different. Something out of your ordinary. Right? So why wouldn’t you indulge that? It feels good, it’s nice. It doesn’t mean anything. You’re not changing.

You’re not changing.

It’s not really affecting you.

So what if you can’t even get off unless there’s a cock.

So what?

It’s not actually there. You’re just watching a girl get fucked, that’s all. Or watching her suck cock. Or suck cock and get fucked. Or imagining her. Imagining the sound she’d make and the look on her face as a big, fat cock slid into her. How her whole body would stiffen when he finished inside her. How his cum would look dribbling from her fucked cunt and the beautiful, dazed, cockdrunk expression she’d have. It doesn’t mean anything. You’re not changing.

You’re not changing.

It’s not really affecting you.

So what if you’re starting to get jealous of those girls.

So what?

It just looks like fun. It looks fun to be a slut for a man. To let him just use you. To be so, so full of him. To have his weight pinning you down as he lined himself up and slid in as you squirmed helplessly underneath him. It doesn’t mean anything if that gets you wet, it’s an exciting idea, it’s not your fault. So what if you like to imagine that you’re the one he’s cumming inside? You’re not changing.

You’re not changing.

It’s really affecting you.

So what if you only cum with a man’s permission now.

So what?

It adds something. You could easily do it if you wanted. It’s not as if he could stop you, right? So why does it matter that you only will if he says so? It’s just playing along. It’s just part of the experience. It’s just better to listen to him and to obey a man. It just feels more natural. More natural to the fun, that’s all. It was still your choice anyway, to give up choice, so really you’re still the one in charge, the one actually in control. You’re not changing.

You’re changing.

It’s really affecting you.

So what if he owns you now.

So what?

It was just the natural next step. You already needed his permission to cum, and then to touch, so just admitting that he owned your cunt wasn’t really going much further anyway. And if you've already done that, why not say he just owns all of you? Easier. Besides, he’s a man, he can look after your cunt better than a dumb, ditzy girl like you. That’s just common-sense. You need his control otherwise you’d just spend all day rubbing yourself to cocks and watching other girls getting fucked - he said so, and you know he’s right. He’s so good for you, you’re so glad he’s helping you. He said you’re better now. You do feel better, so obviously he’s right. He said you're changing. You’re changing.

You’re changing.

It’s really affecting you.

So what?

getmefullo

My hands were tied at the wrists and locked to the headboard. My legs, spread and tied by the ankles to the bottom corners of the bed.

“Look how fast you’re growing.” He said, tracing a hand down my side and over my abdomen. The skin was tight, and his soft touch sent pangs of arousal through me. I craned my neck, looking down to where my midriff was stiff and bloated.

“Please-“ I began, interrupted by him rubbing my tight belly. It was rounded, and I loved it so much. I could feel the baby growing, my body stretching to accommodate the sudden and uncontrollable growth. I breathed out.

He untied one of my ankles, raising it to his shoulder, angling me to the side. He pushed his cock into my wet pussy.

“You’re so good at making babies, babe” he jolted out inside of me, my belly shifting with his thrusts. I groaned, incapable of language against the pleasure of the fullness. He reached for my tits, squeezing one as he continued to fuck me.

“Pretty udders” he commented , milk spurting from my overfilled tits. He came in me, tying my ankle back to the corner.

“Almost done cooking.” He said: I craned my neck: my tits were huge, soft and dripping milk. My belly tight, blue-veined.

I gasped, the first contraction hitting me.

“you’re so fucking cute and ripe.”