Message me, tell me my place. My womb throbs for the hard thick cocks to kiss them and rape my eggs. Im a dumb fucktoy.
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Message me, tell me my place. My womb throbs for the hard thick cocks to kiss them and rape my eggs. Im a dumb fucktoy.
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@bimbosanddolls i found your end goal
Katy is absolutely on my list of “dream body” end goals 😍💖
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Little girl in public vs little girl in private 🖤
It's what happens when a woman gets with a guy who knows not to stupidly treat her like she's equal to him, Instead just a belly to fill up nice and big with his countless babies.
You know it'd do you some good to get properly trained up, so give up on male feminists, they're already a lost cause, and find yourself a Man who knows what a good breeder you can be.
Your mind doesn’t remember. You’re just not good at it.
So we put the info where it matters to you.
We put it by your udders.
she knows how to service her customers
“Baby, glaze me like a donut.”
There's no need to be scared of fulfilling your purpose as a woman, but it certainly isn't going to happen with any of those silly little feminist thoughts floating around in that head of yours!
Let Men explain things to you, let them do the thinking while you just look pretty and carry his babies in your big, swollen cow belly. Eventually your tits will swell up bigger than your brain, and you can focus on those instead, after all, you can't feed your babies with your little mind, can you?
Never Satisfied
For some women, plastic surgery becomes an addiction. It becomes a chase to be bigger, curvier, sluttier than anyone else. It becomes a part of the woman's personality, a large part of what defines them physically and mentally.
While some of you want a small enhancement and will be happy with perkier, firmer breasts, quite a few will quickly develop boob greed and want more.
You will quickly replace your 350cc silicone tits for 750cc ones and start saving for your expanders. Within a year or two, you will have 1000cc saline expanders and will begin over-filling them. By the end of year three, your expanders will have 3000cc of saline sloshing around inside of them and you will be talking to your surgeon about replacing the shells with something you can push to 5000cc and more.
The lesson here is that this is an addiction. You know you will never be able to stop once you start, so admit it now.
I admit to wanting this very very much 🥵
This’ll be how I would dress for my daughter’s parent conference~
Please fuck us both nice and hard~
All I think about 24/7
When you turned 18, you had a skinny, smooth body, untouched and unmodified, perfect and pretty. And then you started getting surgery. Your flat little natural butt became engorged and enhanced with endless implants and BBLs, injections and fillers. A gigantic, fake, sexy diaper dumper hanging heavy on the back of your body. Your first set of breast implants suddenly felt small. So did your second. And your third. And suddenly you’re on your seventh boobjob, getting expanders installed so you can keep pumping your tits until they’re heavy saline-filled beachballs on your chest. Tattooed, botoxed, filled, and injected until more of your body weight is plastic than person. There’s no going back: this is what you’ve become–a plastic cartoon fucktoy for cock.