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27F. FL. Twitter @rmpd_4. $pineapple576

[rapemepleasedaddy5]

Hi I’m Georgia

I’m a set of holes based in South Florida. I have had a number of tumblr blogs and this is my 5th.

Limits: scat, anything in public that could get me arrested or expose non-consenting people, severe pain or torture, permanent marks or bodily harm

Biggest kinks and fantasies: gangbangs, free use, DDLG, BDSM, icky daddy 1nc3st, watersports, degradation and humiliation, breeding, bimbofication, and so much more…

Messages: my messages are open but I will only respond to people following me… it’s the least you can do really. If you demand constant interaction I will not be inclined to interact.

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Meetups

Are you in South Florida and looking for a set of holes to use? Let’s chat! Must be DDF and willing to provide photo verification.

[rapemepleasedaddy5]

My boyfriend would never be suspicious of me cheating on him. I go out for a run dressed in just my compression shorts and a sports bra, kissing him goodbye as I head out the door. We run together during the week, but on saturdays he lets me have my multi-hour run to myself.

But I’m not headed on a run, I jog about a half mile down to the next neighborhood and knock on the door of my real workout partner. I ran into my old hookup Geo at the grocery last month… we had phenomenal rough sex, he knew the kind of degradation a girl like me needed, but I settled down with my amazing, but very vanilla husband instead. He said he was new to our area and he would see me around and I felt my pussy twinge.

A week after the grocery I couldn’t help myself, I looked up Geo online and found his new home. I switched up my running routes to pass his home more and more. I wore increasingly tight and small running fits hoping he’d notice me. My husband loved it and ravaged me after every run, not knowing my pussy was soaked thinking about Geo pissing down my throat after fucking my ass.

The next Saturday long run, I noticed Geo’s front door was ajar when jogging past. Perfect! I can have a meet cute moment when I go help a “random neighbor”. I approached the door, peeking my head in… “hello??” I asked into the silent house.

For whatever reason, I stepped in through the doorway where Geo was lying in wait. He grabbed me by my neck and slammed me against the wall, “sluts like you never change, do they?” He asked licking his lips. TBC

[maybee-maybee]

[behave-be-mine]

No matter what you're doing, you'll stop and be glad that I've come to grope you, or use you, or just abuse you to remind you of your place. There's nothing that should make you happier. Doll yourself for me, wear clothes that show off your tits or give me easy access when I want to grope you or use you. Be nothing more than a free use fucktoy for me and only me. Nothing else matters in your life, no one else matters, you don't even matter. All that matters is how you can serve and please me, so behave, and be glad you're useful.

[pretendingpuppy]

ooooh, someone paying off my student loans in exchange for me being their personal porn star. maybe it's an old woman, who's already been through the struggle of debt and wants to "help" someone just entering the real world. maybe it's a young, rich man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and only wanted someone easy to exploit. no matter their motivation, they look at me and see only one thing: a whore. someone not worth anything outside of how willing i am to degrade myself for other people.

it starts small. a picture of my tits for $30, not even enough to cover the monthly interest. when i ask for more, they tell me i need to work for it instead of begging for a hand out. $50 for a picture of my cunt. $100 for fucking myself with a dildo they picked out and recording it. $200 for wearing a plug out in public and taking a picture bent over a bathroom sink where anyone could walk in and see. the money starts slowly chipping away at my loan, and once it starts, i can't stop.

i ask for more, and they tell me they're done paying for pictures when they could just have the real thing. i protest, because i had told them i wouldn’t meet up in person, but they offer enough that i would stupid for saying no.

i agree. they're nice, on the surface. i can't differentiate the meanness in their eyes from the arousal. the first time, they're gentle, and i think that i made the right choice because nothing bad happened. the next time, they want to use toys on me and fuck me hard with a dildo thats just a little too big, they leave it in while they torture my clit and nipples with pinches. and the next, they want to hurt me. they hit me with a paddle until i'm crying, then use my body while i’m still reeling from the pain. i leave their place with a wobble in my step and bruises all over me.

i go over there one day and they have company. they keep passing me drinks until i'm swaying in my seat. they tell me to undress and i’m sober enough to put my foot down. when i refuse, they grab me and pull my clothes off, saying that whores don't get to say no. i try to fight them off, but it’s no use. they hold me against their chest and their friends start touching me, groping my tits and cunt, laughing at me when i flinch away. someone holds another drink to my lips and spills it all down my front when i won’t open, and the next time they try, my owner forces my mouth open so i have to drink unless i want to drown. more drinks are fed to me, the friends taking turns like i’m a zoo exhibit. the entire time, they’re commenting in my ear about how wet i am just from a bunch of strangers touching me, how loose i am after so long of being their personal sex doll. they make fun of me the first time i cum on someone's fingers.

when i’m wasted, my owner finally lets me go. i’m passed around the party. people use my mouth, my tits, my pussy, my ass. i’m in and out of awareness. i end up in someone's lap without realizing it, and they complain about how i’m so out of it i can barely ride them.

when i wake up, i’m sticky from alcohol and cum, tossed onto the couch at some point in the night. someone has written all over my body with a thick permanent marker, and my stomach flips when i see the tally of how many times i was fucked. my owner makes me beg for some pain killers, then pay for them with head, which makes my headache a thousand times worse. they tell me i can have a shower if i let them take pictures of the aftermath and they force me to pose with my legs open and cunt spread. they tell me i can leave if i let them post all of it online-- every picture and video i ever sent them, all the ones that were taken the night previous, and the aftermath, a perfect timeline of my own corruption published for the world to see.

i end up staying with them permanently. the first night of the rest of my life, they fuck me while scrolling through their own personalized porn folder.

[p2onypretty]

I want to move to a small city that's cut off from a lot of the rest of the world. Things are different here, and I learn it quickly.

As I walk home to my apartment I realize that none of the women are wearing clothes. A police officer stops me and tells me that in this town, women have to be naked. It's the law.

I protest, but he pins me down and pulls my clothes off of me. I'm bare before him, and he ghosts his fingers across my nipples before telling me I'm free to go.

I turn onto a busy street, and immediately I'm aware of the fact that I'm being stared at. I pass a woman who has been forced to her knees, cock jammed down her throat.

I walk a couple blocks before hands circle my waist. I don't see him, but I feel his fingers slide into me. He pulls his hand out and jams a toy into me. By the time I turn to yell at him, he's gone.

The toy buzzes to life, and I double over as it sends waves of pleasure through my body.

I do my best to walk the rest of the way to my apartment, but a block away, I'm stopped by a group of men. The biggest already has his cock out, and I'm pushed to the floor, mouth filled. The toy buzzes and buzzes and I can't help but whimper.

The man pulls himself out of my mouth, and I'm helpless as his fingers find the toy. He pulls it from me gently.

"Someone got her good and ready for us," he tells his friends.

They pick me up, bending me ass up over a park bench. He doesn't wait, just jams his cock into me, chuckling as I cry out.

"That's it." he says. "Good girl. Take it, slut."

Another cock is shoved into my mouth, and hands find my breasts.

"Don't worry, little girl," the man tells me. "We'll put his toy back once we've all had a turn."

[patriarchalcorruption]

This is how I'd dress you in public. There would be no more pride in your appearance. There would be no more conservative clothing. your natural assets would always be on display and you would come to accept your place as an objectified piece of meat. your tits would show, your ass would hang out of the short skirts and dresses I put on you and your cunt would be on display wherever you sat. your shame would increase and your self confidence, dignity and self esteem would drop to new levels.

In the end, you would embrace your purpose as My cunt.

After all, what choice would you have?

[jennieprops-deactivated20260518]

I’m torn between wanting to be forced to dress like this, or to be forced to dress extremely modestly. Good thing it’s up to the man!

[kuckoo]

[sweetfaeriegirl]

getting high activates needy slut mode, when i feel floaty my whole body gets so sensitive and horny. its like im conditioned to turn desperate the moment i smoke i cant help it

[rapemepleasedaddy5]

I meet a man online and realize we live about a mile apart. He gives me his address and told me to jog there in a small sports bra and biker shorts. Before leaving I plug both my holes and pressed the Bluetooth vibe on my clit. I hiked my tiny shorts up to make sure everything was in place as I started jogging to the address - sharing my activity live with the man from my watch.

[asuperinferiorwhore]

I need a man to make me his only fans whore. Make me post and make videos and show everyone you beating and using me and make you some money off of it. Beat me harder if I’m not meeting your goals. Make me degrade myself more and more for you.

[feai99]

fantasizing about someone making ai nudes of me. I've seen many female celebrities showing tits and doing all sorts of stuffs thanks to ai. please abuse more girls digitally ♡ make all women porn

[inkultra2]

The fun thing with ai porn is that it takes any delusions of control that women were still clinging to and utterly destroys it. You as girls don't get to decide how men view you, and if you're not going to properly cater to the male gaze as is your duty as a woman, then men are going to violate you digitally and force your sexualization upon you whether you accept it or not. Anything that gives men more power and takes more autonomy away from girls is a good thing that should be celebrated and oftentimes sexualized.

[blackberrybites]

Dom that’s sex drive is so intense that they make the most of their free use agreement with you, but feels guilty about how much they’re using your body.

“I’m sorry, I need this”, “You feel so good, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I had to have you”, “Just a little longer baby, I promise it’ll be over soon”.

Mumbling and whining into your neck, refusing to let you go as they get dangerously close to finishing inside of you and you realise you can’t get away.

Dom apologizing but refusing to pull out, filling you anyway and fucking it deeper into you, murmuring about how bad they need you to get pregnant for them to really feel good.

[cumsocket]

Public Fuck Stations

It’s easy to keep women in line if you remember our basic operating instructions. Stimulation of the cunt will induce obedience, sexual excitement, and craving for humiliation.

To maximize the potential of the female mating response, it would make sense to implement public fuck stations. Basically these would be phallic objects for women to casually impale themselves on during the day.

Imagine going to a restaurant and the server asks how many are in your party. The next question is how many cunts are with you. When you get a table, the place settings for the bitches are chairs with fat dildos securely fastened on them. Your wife, daughters, and any free use sluts you picked up can lift their skirts and sink down to impale themselves for the meal.

Buses, subways, and commuter trains all have lines of plastic cocks for women to bend over and secure themselves on. Men can experience the entertainment of watching bitches struggle to balance on a rocking train solely by clenching their cunts on the stabilizing pricks.

Movie theaters and sports stadiums have bitch seats for any females accompanying a man. Even grocery carts are modified to have an extended arm with a fake cock so women can shop while filled, waddling down the aisles with their staked cunts on display.

It will become second nature for females to plan their day around cock. To walk into a board room filled with men and complacently take the bitch seat in the corner to take notes. To use the fuck stations next to vending machines hoping to catch a man’s eye while he’s on his lunch break.

Since no dildo will ever replicate the feeling of being stretched on a man’s cock and feeling his cum drain into the bitch hole, women will be in a constant state of desperation and humiliation. Even a stray glance from a man will leave a bitch panting and fucking her cunt on the nearest fuck station or bitch seat. When she’s finally lifted off a dildo and onto a man’s cock, she’ll whimper in gratitude as her body latches on to the cunt plug about to fill her with semen.

[cumsocket]

Public Fuck Stations cont.

Living as a bitch in this society requires constant attention for the cumsleeve. The natural female addiction to being impaled is encouraged rather than suppressed, to the point where women have difficulty thinking about anything else.

Every bitch wears skirts that barely cover their crotch, which is of course instantly exposed by any movement at all. Pussies are expected to be bare and well-maintained so men can appreciate watching them get stuffed.

Every morning, I walk to the bus stop. Today I recognize the man already waiting there; he was my younger brother’s best friend growing up. I was bossy to both of them, something they’ve each made me regret many times.

He eyes me as I approach. “Hi, bitch.” Casual, barely interested.

I nod to him as I approach the stop’s fuck stations. I hate to do this in front of him, but my cunt is already aching from being empty. I turn around, bend over slightly, and sink my pussy down on one of the dildos protruding from the bus stop wall.

He chuckles. “I love watching you get bitched,” he smirks. My cheeks burn as my eyes drift to his pants, wondering if he’ll decide to replace the plastic in my hole with his cock. I shudder in anticipation even as my face flushes in shame.

He sees where I’m looking. “Don’t get excited, cunt. I already had a bitch this morning.” But he reaches out to squeeze one of my tits anyways. I groan loudly, as I’ve been taught, making him chuckle again. My cunt squeezes harder on its fuckpole.

He casually degrades me until the bus finally comes. The one at this hour is very full. There’s only one fuck station left, and I groan as I realize it’s covered in semen. But I have no choice. I sink down on it, feeling the still warm cum coat the walls of my pussy. It’s not unheard of for a bitch to get pregnant this way—not even getting the benefit of a fuck.

The idea of getting seeded by a stranger’s leftover cum activates my bitch hole even more. Some females are simply slumped on their stations, passively impaled with an occasional bounce as the bus hits a dip. My cumsleeve is too needy for that today, though.

I start pumping myself back on the fuck station eagerly. I squeal when the bus hits a big bump and the dildo thrusts hard inside me, almost knocking me down. A few men turn to watch my display. I meet their eyes as I thrust back on my station, my feet barely touching the ground so the bulk of my weight is suspended by my pussy.

It’s times like this that I feel the reality of being a woman. The way my flesh crawls with shame at displaying myself like a prize breeding pig. How good the shame makes my bitch pussy feel. The overwhelming drive to earn a real cock in my jizz drain.

I keep eye contact with the men watching for the entire ride. Any of them could decide to stop the show to fuck me, but it seems today they’ve decided my humiliation is better. I nearly sob as my stop approaches, since I know it’s forbidden for a bitch to cum unless impaled on a flesh cock. It’s for the greater good, so women never forget that a real fuck is a privilege and not a right.

When the bus rolls to a stop, I groan and lift my pussy from its station. It’s raw and gaped, twitching with the need to cum. One of the men who watched me casually gropes it as I pass. I barely suppress the urge to beg him to fuck me, knowing that would make me late. I can only hope to have better luck over lunch.

[dummystrawberri]

this is how society should be 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[stupidcuntwhote]

One time I saw a clip of man pissing on a girls diploma while she held it….. I think about that daily 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[purplesuitcowboy]

cw: dubious consent, fauxcest, double penetration, free use

"I don't have any cash on me," her step-father, Thomas, told the frazzled young man at the cash register.

"But, I have this,” he said. He jostled the young women who stood beside him for emphasis. Quinn offered up weak protest from behind the ball gang in her mouth. She hated when he did shit like this. Ever since he’d figured out that she’s dabbled in selling nudes online, how he was able to tell if was her when she hadn’t even shown her face was beyond her, he’d been strong arming her into all sorts of shit under the threat of disclosing her little business endeavor to her mother.

Her mother had always been a bit of a prude and if she found out, Quinn would be kicked out of the house for sure and her sizable inheritance would be reduced to 0. She was sure that she could find a place to stay if she got kicked out but losing out on her inheritance was simply not an option. She gone along with his demands which had started as head in the parking lot of his job and had quickly ballooned out of proportion from there.

As it turned out, Thomas was a bit of a kinky bastard but he couldn’t live out his fantasies with her mother so he used her instead. Quinn was almost positive that Thomas preferred it that way. Even before their little agreement, he’d always told her that she had a body built of sex and that she’d make a man very happy one day. This had been very, very weird then but she had ignored it. He made her mother so happy that Quinn had just written off his comments as personality quirks. They hadn’t been. They were the truest expressions of his wishes and desires.

In a sick way, she was perfect for him. She was just as much as a freak as she was, got just as turned on by their slinking around as he did. She just had the good sense to be ashamed and embarrassed by it. Quinn tried not to think about the fact that she was helping her step-father cheat on her mother. Surely, finding out that this had been happening behind her back was worse then Quinn selling her nudes online. Either way, she was a coward because she said nothing and continued fucking her mother’s husband.

Quinn was trapped between her step-father’s bulk and the edge of the counter. Already, she could feel the beginnings of his hard on against her ass. Thomas held her tightly, securing her arms behind her back. He pushed her towards the counter, forcing her to lean awkwardly over it. The precarious position highlighted her generous bust which was barely being contained by her the low neckline of her short dress. Her hardened nipples could be easily seen through the thin material. She briefly made eye contact with the cashier but quickly averted her gaze, deeply embarrassed by the situation. Despite her embarrassment and shame, she feel heat begin too bloom between her legs as she felt the cashiers eyes on her tits. She didn’t have to see his face to know that he liked what he saw. In her minds eye, she could already imagine these men sharing her body, fucking her holes and filling her with their cum. She shifted, rubbing her thighs together.

"Oh, I'm not sure I can..I don't, uh,..."

"Come on," he paused, squinting at the young man's name tag. "Gordon? Damn, what did your parents give you an old man name like that for? Anyway, you're gonna pass up a fuck with a pretty young thing like my stepdaughter here. You like girls don't you, son?"

The young man nodded, rendered completely speechless by the situation. He saw a lot of weird shit during his shifts at the convenience store -especially during the late shift- but this was really taking the cake. He thought that the pair were odd when they walked in but he hadn’t thought much of it until they’d gotten to the counter.

"Well then give 'em a feel,” the old man jeered. “You're gonna make her feel bad if you don't. You're gonna make her think somethings wrong with her tits. You don't want that do you."

Thomas pulled down the top of Quinn’s dress, freeing her tits from their confines. Roughly, he grabbed one of her breasts, massaging it with his hand. Quinn whimpered in response. With Thomas’s grip on her loosened, she freed one of her arms and used it to prop herself up on the counter. Hesitantly, the cashier reached forward to gently fondle one of Quinn’s tits.

“Come on, kid!” Thomas exclaimed. “Grab it like you mean it. None of that pussy shit now.”

The cashier nodded and with renewed vigor, grabbed Quinn’s breasts, kneading them with his hands. Her eyes fluttered shut and she seemed to push her tits out as if offering herself up to him. The edge of the counter dug into her hip but she barely noticed. Gordon could feel his dick harden against his thigh as he fondled her. Her skin was soft beneath his finger tips, and her nipples were red and rosy like the cherry on top of an ice cream sunday. Looking at them, at her, made his mouth water. Emboldened, he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it and rolling it with his tongue. Quinn moaned, drool gathering on the ball gag and dripping down her chin to her chest. Thomas watched as the cashier lavished Quinn’s tits with attention. He slipped a hand between her thighs, fingers gently rubbing against her slick folds. He loved have easy access to her pussy so she rarely wore panties around him. Another whine escaped Quinn’s lips as she tried to rock her cunt against his fingers.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you baby. Your little pussy is so wet,” he told her, voice almost loving.

He plunged two fingers into her cunt, slowly pumping them in and out. His hand was quickly covered in her juices as he continued to fuck her with his fingers, first one and then two and three. Gordon paused his ministrations and cocked his head to the side, watching enrapt as the older man fingered Quinn’s cunt. His fingers were shiny with her juices as he pumped them in and out of her hole. With every attempt to pull out, Gordon could see the walls of her cunt tightly clenched around his fingers, seemingly unwilling to let them leave the hot, wet channel. If Gordon had any blood left in his body, it had all rushed to his cock. It throbbed painfully in his shorts begging for attention. He’d been hard for a while but it was becoming almost unbearable. He let go of Quinn’s tits and pushed her out of the way so he could hop the counter to join them on the other side. Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, Thomas stopped finger fucking Quinn’s pussy to watch the cashier volt over the counter to join them. He took a step back and, tugging at her hip with a wet hand, pulled her back to give the young man room to stand.

Eagerly, Quinn leaned towards the cashier. She braced herself on him, holding onto his hip with one hand. With her other hand, she pulled down the zip of his shorts and pulled out his harden cock. Her eyes widened as she admired its size and thickness. The cashier reached for the ball gag, pulling it out of her mouth. Her eyes locked onto his, she took his thumb into her mouth, running her hot tongue along the tip and sucking on it lightly.

“Fuck” the cashier said, breathless.

Dutifully, Quinn took his cock into her mouth. The cashier groaned, as his cock was enveloped by the wet, heat of Quinn’s mouth. She took him deep until the head of his cock tapped the back of her throat. Her eyes watered but she didn’t gag, instead, she breathed heavily out of her nose trying to steady her breathing.

“Atta girl,” Thomas told her. “Show him how well I’ve trained you. Fuck her throat, son. Don’t worry. She can take it.”

She seemed to gurgle something in the affirmative. He placed his hands on the top of her head and steadily began to fuck her throat. Thomas was right. Quinn forced herself to relax and use her. After a couple of thrust, she pulled her head away, gasping for breath, before she took his cock back in her mouth. As she serviced the cashiers cock, Thomas helped himself to her pussy. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Giving himself a few strokes, he lined himself up with her cunt. He rubbed his shaft against the lips of her pussy, coating himself in her juices, before he slowly began to push his thick cock into her waiting hole. It didn’t seem to matter how much he fucked her, her cunt felt as tight as it had the first time that he’d had her. He groaned as pushed inch after inch into her cunt until he was seated to the hilt. The two men quickly found a good rhythm using her body, one pulling out while the other pushed in and vise versa.

Adjusting her hold on Gordon, Quinn steadied herself on one hand so she could slip the other between her legs to rub at her tender clit. It didn’t take long before she was writhing and cumming on Thomas’s cock. As she came, her cunt tightened around his shaft and Thomas quickly found himself emptying his load into her cunt. Gordon came soon after. He tried to pull out of Quinn’s mouth to cum on her chest but she held him tight forcing him to cum into her mouth. He pulled out of her lips and she opened her mouth, showing him his load on her tongue before she swallowed.

“You’re not done are you?” she asked, looking up at the cashier with big doe eyes.

The cashier looked down at her, a look of awe on his face. Surely, she was a succubus or some other worldly being. He’d never met a woman with the sexual appetite this one seemed to. He worried that she would suck his soul out of his cock and that he would happily let her do it. Sharing her with her stepfather was a bit strange, but he’d cum so hard it hardly seemed to matter at that point as long as he got to fuck her again. Thomas laughed behind her and slapped her ass, earning him a squeak of surprised from Quinn.

“Horny slut.”

“Please?” she said to the cashier, ignoring her stepfather. “I want to have your cock in my pussy.”

“He can fuck your pussy but I want to fuck your ass while he does it.”

“Uh, yeah. Okay,” Gordon responded, eyes never leaving Quinn.

Thomas pulled out of Quinn’s cunt and unceremoniously picked her up off of her feet. The head of his cock teased her asshole. She reached down and helped to push his cock into her hole, toes curling as his cock filled her ass. Thomas held her with her back again his chest and his hands on her ass. Her legs were open showing off her cunt, still leaking Thomas’s cum, to Gordon’s gaze. Thinking with his lower head, Gordon stepped between her legs and pushed his cock into her waiting hole. Between her juices and Thomas’s left over cum, Gordon’s cock slid in easily.

“Oh my god,” Quinn said with a groan, closing her eyes and learning her head back on Thomas’s shoulder.

“So… fucking…tight,” Thomas said, reeling from the sensation of her ass clenched around him with the additional tightness added from Gordon’s cock in her cunt.

Thomas and Gordon scrambled to adjust their shared grip on her body. Thomas adjusted his grip on her ass and Gordon grabbed hold of her thighs. Working together, they worked to bounce Quinn on their cocks while also attempting to thrust into her holes. It was an awkward process but it felt so good that it didn’t even matter. Quinn had never felt so full in her life. She felt as if any moment she might just combust. It was painful and uncomfortable but so pleasurable.

She opened her eyes and lifting her head off of Thomas’s shoulder, leaned forward to capture Gordon’s mouth in a kiss. He swiped at her bottom lip with his tongue and she opened up her mouth, allowing him to intertwine his tongue with her’s. He was so wrapped up in kissing her that he stopped thrusting which made it much easier for Thomas to hammer his cock into her ass. With a free hand, Quinn reached down to rub her sensitive clit. She moaned against Gordon’s lips as she came. Her body went ridged in his arms as she rode out her orgasm. Greedy, she continued to furiously rub her clit, pushing herself to another orgasm.

“Fuck,” Thomas exclaimed as he felt her clench around him. “Fuck!”

Her asshole was so snug around him that he could hardly move but it was fine, the rhythmic clenching of her hole as she orgasmed guided him to his release. He stood there for a moment, reeling from the sensation. Finally, he braced himself and slowly pulled out of her ass. His cum leaked out of her hole in the absence of his cock but he used his thick fingers to fuck it back in.

Frank no longer right behind her. Gordon lowered her to her feet and turned her, bending her over the counter so he could finish himself off. Frank’s softening cock seemed to wake back up at the sight and he stroked it idly while he watched Gordon roughly pound her from behind until he came deep in her cunt. Gordon took a step back and the two men admired the sight of Quinn’s sloppy, cum covered holes.

“So, I’m good to take the cigarettes, right?”

[everydaythesame666]

Wanna be the friend group fleshlight so bad 😭 pass me around and take turns dumping your load in me. Leave me completely fucked out and covered in cum

[lil-miss-mimi]

currently imagining one of my friends finding my secret tumblr, using it to blackmail me into letting him use me, to take over my tinder and set me up to be raped, maybe even selling me to his friends, his boss... i end up spending more time fucking who he tells me to than studying