My Special Place

hello! You can call me “whore”, or “Slut” I get wet when someone calls me by my rightful name 🤤💦🧸👅A bunch of things get me off but mostly taboo😉 I’m only on here when my kitty is wet and throbbing, I exist to make dicks and pussies cum harddd 👅🤤add my Wickr! Missdecember Cashapp me just because I’m a taboo whore 👧🏽🧸💦 Missdecember12393

[sister-of-sin333-deactivated202]

I would love to send Christmas cards out this year that show me displaying my Christian pussy. Smiling and spread eagle with a Christmas greeting, something simple. Maybe next to a nativity scene. Any ideas?

[sister-of-sin333-deactivated202]

[visceraldump]

Piss on it.

[missdecember1993]

💦💦💦💦

[she2damnthick]

Damn sexy thickness

[beautyofbbwsworld-deactivated20]

[joaoppereiraus]

[bbworship]

Victorya

[karukera1]

[givethemthevitis-deactivated202]

Hmmmmmm💕

[arab-porn-deactivated20181207]

ARAB PORN V2 ❤

[swisswhitesissynun]

arabic muslim bitches worship Black Gods their only true God

[westindianjawn-deactivated20210]

[voluptuosqueens]

VOLUPTUOUS BRUNETTE VICTORIA

[thecorruptionclub-deactivated20]

Your Clit Owns Your Mind

You are a goon girl. You’re an edge puppet. You obey your clit because you’re a slave to it. Your clit tells you when you should rub her. When you should squeeze her, when you should grind her against something. You listen because she owns you, and you love her control. She makes you wet, and tells you when to touch; when to rub and rub and rub until your scent fills the air, until the smell of your pussy in the room makes you want to touch again. 

You rub until you’re late to meet friends

You rub until you lose sleep

You rub until you miss meals

You rub at home in bed, when you can get comfortable and enjoy yourself

You rub at work when you get too achey and need the touch

She makes you do all of this, and you love her for it.

Your clit owns you, and you will obey her. 

[missdecember1993]

I’ve been late to work because my clit demands attention.

[desihoesblog]

🙈🙈🙈

[bootycallworld11]

[little-ellie-princess]

My English teacher pulled me out of senior lit class and told me he had heard a disturbing rumor that I was breaking the school uniform policy by not wearing any panties to class. He instructed me to pull up my skirt and show him whether or not he was going to have to write me up. I told him I didn’t want to do that but he warned me that if I didn’t he’d have to assume the rumor was true and write me up anyway. He told me he knew I had never been written up and I wouldn’t want to endanger my scholarship over something so silly. 

I was so embarrassed but I grabbed the end of my skirt and lifted it so he could clearly see I was wearing panties. He smiled and told me he should have known better. He knew I was a good girl. I went to put my skirt back down but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me. He told me that I was the prettiest girl he’d ever taught. He gushed about how mature I was for my age despite still looking like an innocent little angel. He told me that seeing me now in my panties made him feel things and asked if he could touch me. 

I tried to tell him that I didn’t think it was a good idea but he just shushed me and told me it was okay while reaching into my underwear and swirling his finger softly on my clit. I wanted him to stop but I froze. I was horrified when I realized I couldn’t stop how my body was reacting to his fingers playfully teasing me. To my surprise it was starting to feel good. Really good. My face flushed red in embarrassment and shame as I felt his fingers starting to glide in and out of me with ease because of how wet I was. 

He looked pleased and told me that he knew I had a little crush on him. He asked me how long I’d been wanting this and then told me repeatedly how cute it was that I was loving this. That’s when he heard the clacking of heals coming towards us from around the corner. He yanked his fingers out of my panties and pulled my skirt down. When the principal rounded the corner my teacher loudly told me not to be late again or he’d be forced to write me up. He told me to get back to class but as he followed me into the classroom he whispered in my ear that he’d be touching himself about that for at least a few months. I had to sit in my wetness for 2 hours before class ended and then ironically had to go the rest of the day without any panties.

[weedzvibez-blog]

Would you hit that ??

[missdecember1993]

I’d rip that

[thickandyoung]

Peddling It