all lesbians are jerk-off material for men. no matter what you do, or what you feel, a man has already thought of inserting his cock in your dyke pussy. of flooding your womb with his cum. so stop fighting it. it'll feel better to just give in 💕

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all lesbians are jerk-off material for men. no matter what you do, or what you feel, a man has already thought of inserting his cock in your dyke pussy. of flooding your womb with his cum. so stop fighting it. it'll feel better to just give in 💕
i think most straight bicurious women imagine a big scary muscly dyke raping them, but what if it’s your cute and short unthreatening friend. what if it’s a feminine petite girl with long soft hair who’s really friendly and genuinely a good person. except one day when you’re asleep in the same room as her she straddles your face and drags her cunt all over your lips, holding down your hands above your head. and you’re left to lap away at her pussy, because she’s holding her phone up to your face and you definitely heard the shutter click
soo i lost my gold star 🙈
hes so much bigger and hairier and rougher than me it felt surreal when he started kissing me. he also ate me out better than any girl ive been with so theres that. after that i sucked his dick which i wasnt good at lol but holy shit i love cock
him fucking me in missionary was my favorite because i could just lay back and have a man stretch me out 🥵 he came fast moaning and his hips were stuttering it was sooo cute
cant believe i went my whole life genuinely thinking i didnt like guys when honestly they might be my preference at this point. i think he fixed me 😍
Going to frat parties just to find the "straight" girls who "only" kiss women when they're drunk. Finding a girl in a short skirt and crop top so tight her tits her practically spilling out... I manage to pull her away from whatever guy she was talking to and offer to pour her a drink. That's how it goes the rest of the night, handing her drink after drink until I'm holding her up because her knees have gone weak. It's when she starts stumbling that she asks me to take her back to her dorm.
So I walk her back, holding her tightly against my body under the guise that I don't want her to fall. She's so out of it that she doesn't fight me when she realizes we're actually going in the direction of my place, only mumbles out "where are we going?"
When I manage to get her back to my room, I plop her down on my bed. I work at her shoes first, then her tights, leaving the rest of her clothes on for now.
"You know... You're kinda cute..." The girl slurs, staring up at me with hazy eyes. I smile back down at her and rest my hand on her exposed thigh, ever so slightly rubbing my thumb back and forth on the soft skin.
"Yeah? You're pretty cute, too. I've been thinking about you all night," I confess. She giggles at the touch on her thigh, shivering like it tickles, and I take it as encouragement to slide my hand up a little further.
"I've done stuff before, like with girls," she says, eyes flickering between my face and the hand nearing her cunt. "I'm straight, b...but I get a little lesbian when I'm drunk."
"Aww, sweetie, I'm not a girl, but I'm a huge dyke." I finally reach her cunt, so warm and almost begging me to pull her panties to the side already. "I can make you feel really good. Maybe change your mind about that whole straight thing?"
She opens her mouth to argue, probably to say she's not actually a lesbian, but is interrupted by the feeling of my fingers breaching her panties and going straight for her clit. She throws her head back and gasps, all thoughts thrown out from the pleasure shooting up her body.
Things escalate from there, and before she can catch up, I've ripped off her panties and shirt, leaving her with her skirt draped across her hips. My cock hangs heavy from my hips, lube dropping from the tip and landing in heavy globs on her already soaked cunt. She's shaking in anticipation and drunken pleads for more are spilling from her lips. She's aching for me and can hardly stand it.
When I finally slide my cock inside of her in one hard thrust, I have to throw my hand over her mouth to keep her from gasping too loud. She slides her hand up my shirt and rakes her nails down my back, earning a bite to her neck that's sure to bruise. I fuck her deep and slow, taking my time with drawing out every little mewl and whine from her. I test out angles, finding out what she likes, all while keeping my thumb pressed against her clit.
This goes on for what feels like hours. At one point I pull out, grab her hips, and flip her on her stomach. Before she can complain, I'm sliding back inside of her again, this time reaching even deeper inside of her. I keep ahold of her hips for leverage and pull her back against me to match the rhythm. She arches her back and claws at the sheets helplessly, moaning into my mattress, "please, please I'm gonna cum, please don't stop!"
I use one of my hands to reach around and slip my fingers right where she needs it most. With just a few deep, hard thrusts, her wet cunt clamps down on my cock as she cums harder than she ever has before. When I'm certain it's over and she whines that she can't take anymore, I gently pull out and let her collapse into the wet mess below her. I play with the cum pooling between her lips, drawing a shiver out of her.
"Tell me what you are, baby," I whisper into her ear, close enough that my lips brush the sensitive skin. Another shiver.
She's so cumdrunk that she can't even come up with a rebuttal. "I'm a dyke."
It's not that I don't think your sexuality is real or your chosen expression of gender. Nor do I think I'm 'fixing' you. I actually do think it's real and a wonderful human expression of identity that makes life richer.
I just like to break things. Especially beautiful things.
Give me something beautiful and important to you and let me wipe my cock all over it, until it stinks of my cum and ballsweat, so I can lovingly put it back into your mouth and facefuck you with it until you're so brainfucked, the smell and taste of my cock is forever associated with something fundamental about you.
Things I scream on Daddy's cock 😘💕
I'm a dyke! I'm a lesbian! I love cock! I'm a dyke and I love cock! I'm a cum addicted lesbian! I need to be bred! I was made to be bred! My body was made for men's pleasure! Use me Daddy! Pound my pussy and breed me straight!
Lesbian 'sex' is just making out with extra steps. In fact, the term 'lesbian sex' is an oxymoron.
Real sex is when a real Man stretches out a woman's holes. It has nothing to do with what we want because sex is a Man's decision.
He is entitled to our body because of His biological superiority. When and where we are utilised is entirely His prerogative. Thus, it doesn't make sense to call what we dykes do 'sex' because there isn't a Man to initiate sexual intercourse.
guys im not straight i just love pleasing men…. its just it feels so natural pleasing and serving cock and superior men!!!