Would you help rub sunscreen on my body at the beach?

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@strictishmaster
Would you help rub sunscreen on my body at the beach?
no, i said I'M watching a movie. you're laying your head in my lap and your mouth is getting lazily finger fucked while I watch it
Final lesson.
She's finished.
The concept of being borrowed is so hot. Your partners friend asking to borrow you, and you don’t get a say, they’re not asking you. Your partner has the power, the say in who can borrow you, who you have to listen to, what they’re allowed to do to you. And you just go along with it, like a good puppy
Golden Hour
She was gone. She was so gone.
Eyes glazed, staring at nothing. Dumb smile on her face, streak of drool running down her chin. Panting, shallow breaths. Little wet spot between her spread legs, thighs glistening. A giggle every so often. She was gone.
For fun, he reached across and mimed plucking something from her head. She didn’t immediately notice, but after a delay of a second or so there came another giggle. Silly owner.
“I took all your brains,” he said, holding up his fingers pinched together, as though he was dangling something. He wasn’t, obviously, but she still struggled to bring her eyes to focus on it anyway, woozy, confused. She stared intently at the nothing a moment and then giggled yet again, blinking slowly.
“‘Don ‘wan brainsss….” she slurred, the closest she’d managed to actually speaking in a long while now. He considered this, nodding to himself.
“Alright. So I should just throw these away?” He asked, motioning to do that. She’d started groping her tits again, eyes fluttering shut, and if it hadn’t been him speaking she probably wouldn’t have listened at all.
“Brainss bad… no brains…” she mumbled, head lolling.
She was so gone.
“Alright,” he said again, getting an idea. “Maybe best to keep them for now, case I need them. Maybe your friends start asking questions again or something, you know? But where to keep them, hmm…”
With her eyes closed she didn’t notice him getting closer.
“Somewhere safe, somewhere we probably won’t lose them… ah, I know…”
She gasped as his fingers slid into her, so, so easily. Her whole body juddered, head falling forward, eyes still closed. She was so gone.
“This seems like a good place, hmm? Nice and safe here. I think your brains fit much better here than they ever did in your head. Isn’t that right?”
The sound his fingers made between her legs were obscene.
“Nnnhhhh ah riiggghttt…”
“So I think your brains can just stay tucked away here, nice and safe in your cunt. You do most of your thinking down here anyway, when I’m not telling you what you should be thinking, so this is for the best. Yes?”
“Besssst yesss…”
“My little dummy just thinks with her cunt. Can you say that for me?”
“N’little dummy s’thinks cuntss…” she slurred. He smiled, pulling his fingers out and not even waiting until she’d finished halfway-mumbling the words before feeding them, slick, into her mouth. She sucked automatically, moaning like how she’d been trained to, and how she thought she always had.
So gone. So, so gone.
You deserve to be groped everyday. Men are owed your stupid tits
Drop more. Think less.
Rub more. Think less.
Sink more. Think less.
Drip more. Think less.
Drift more. Think less.
Share more. Think less.
Float more. Think less.
Obey more. Think less.
Think less. Think less.
Good girl.
If I had a girlfriend I would be addicted to pulling down her top and looking at her tits. I would be squeezing them, and pinching them whenever I was bored, mid-conversation I’d be grabbing them until she loses her train of thought.
I’d be lifting her shirt up and laughing at her just cause I know how much it turns her on. I’d be telling her to show her friends how pretty they are. I’d be telling them to cop a feel while she pants and buries her embarrassed little face in my neck.
grip & chain
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Developing a classification of kink dynamic called Abuser/Victim where we get rid of all the redeemable traits that can be used to justify your enjoyment and only allow comfort that gives you a sinking feeling in your stomach.