I can’t stop pounding my pathetic cunt
I’m so desperately horny
I need a real cock to break me 😵💫
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I can’t stop pounding my pathetic cunt
I’m so desperately horny
I need a real cock to break me 😵💫
I'm so hungry for prey...
I just need some meat to violently fuck. A fresh punching bag to abuse. I want you to fucking beg me to stop so I can ignore you. I want to use you so brutally you have to curl up and cry after so I can rub my messy cock in your tears and wipe myself off on your fucking hair. I want to make such a mess of you that no amount of showers can make you feel less filthy and worthless.
tiny kitty loves bruises (i bruise easily) ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ
Huge tip: my legs will open for yours if you choke and punch me in the gut ;3
Hit me. The quiver in your voice betrayed your attempt to sound confident.
I looked up, exhausted with your attempts to fix the situation. I'm not mad at you.
I know. Hit me anyway.
I sighed. This was ridiculous. How is that going to help?
you took a deep breath. Master, listen. my purpose is to serve you. Today, this is how I serve. Every day you see great restaurants on your drive home. They make you hungry, but you come here and eat my food instead. Every day you see hot girls at work. They make you horny, but you come here and fuck my cunt instead. Today someone said something stupid and it infuriated you, but you've come home. Hit me instead.
I stood, shaking My head...but also shaking with anger as I closed My fist. you closed your eyes and felt the air grow heavy as My rage-filled aura drew close. you put your hands behind you and bowed your head. you were rea...
you woke up in bed. There was an ice pack on your cheek. you could hear Me making dinner two rooms away. The radio played quietly...and you heard Me whistling merrily along.
abuse me yet force me to love you
abuse me yet force me to love you?
abuse me yet force me to love you!!!
abuse me yet force me to love you.
no but i’ll romanticize every bruise you put on my body and beg for more
i’d look much better curled up in a cage ≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼