Hiya Momma, this is my first time asking you something, so I'm quite nervous 👍
firstly: Happy New Year! I hope the fireworks were tolerable.
Onto the Drider Sancturary ^^
Do you know what a Goliath Birdeater is? It's a huge spider native to the Brazilian Rainforest. ( to my knowledge) just imagine how big the Drider equivalent is... and since... their enclosure should mimic... their natural habitat... it's very... hot 👀
So you should probably... cool of with them in the little pond, right? Get all that sweaty grime of your body... let them help! they promise to be very... thorough 👀
Need I write more? I think you know where this is going :)))
Do feel free to ignore this, of course
Hope you have a nice day/night!
Sincerely,
Dreaming Bean (is this taken yet?)
P.S: day/night? Looks like a ship to me! (I have nothing but rot left in my head, where my brain should be is just mold. At least it's pretty mold)
YES! Goliath Bird eaters at this sanctuary probably have some serious status too. They don't act well with too much company, but if you insist on staying why don't you both cool off and get to know each other? Yes, their hands reaching down to help you wash is perfectly fine! They just love how small and soft you are. How you make the cutest noises while they purr in your ear and tell you how they mate. How they see it as a sign of dishonor if they can't make you reach that peak. Suddenly you're rocking back on their fingers while holding the side of the pond. They have long, perfectly shaped fingers to reach right where you need, causing you to nearly go nonverbal as you moan and arch for them. A wonderful show for a wonderful species. One who demands you stop faking- there's no way that's the peak of your pleasure! They'll show you what a true orgasm feels like. Those little ones you have are cute but they know there's more. You're bouncing up and down as they hold you, cock nudging right inside as they chuff and chitter in your ear, telling you how precious you look trying to hold onto anything. They have you nice and bound tight, dangling from the ceiling as your lower half is exposed, all for the spider to explore and abuse. You calling for help is mocked by the drider as well as the staff. They thought you were food. That you had been eaten alive. (In a way, yes, but you're not about to discuss that if you can get away!) You're just scooped back up as the bird eater hums, asking you what on earth you think you're doing out of the web.
-Mommabean (We both share the pretty brainrot heheh)
