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do you think people would be into worm-hollowing, or the idea of having sex with worms in human skin. do you think in the third history worms would have blogs where they openly advertise that they will consume you from the inside out and desiccate your soul and subby tgirls would jack off to it and then lay limp for 1.5 hours imagining their organs being sent to nowhere one by one
since people started following me for secret histories content and i know them in other communities i am a bit more wary of posting / reblogging really horny shit. to combat this, i am making a sideblog https://www.tumblr.com/mothhunting
somehow even more adult. oh god
what in the absolute fuck did arun mean by "the pleasures of the Princes." is it something particular about their snake anatomy or does the tomb of lies just have an exclusive occult kama sutra. please i desperately need to know what he was implying about what he might to do hokobald's shapely hammer
everyone's sexier with a gun in their hand or mouth
guardian angel shamefully hiding in her feathers as she slowly works a divine and perfectly soft hand over herself. she peeks beyond her primaries to see your sleeping face, and buries herself into her coverts to stifle a moan. she shudders: once, twice, three times, and then golden light emanates. in your dreams, you get a facial from your beloved partner, and experience the sort of pure emotion only possible when manufactured in a dreamscape through celestial eminence. the angel stares at the ceiling, woozy in elation. realization strikes, and she rushes to wipe off your face, shame painting her face pink. your dream moves to something about a car that is also a library, you think? the angel rushes away to dance on a pin somewhere, and the morning sun rises without any knowledge of what she has done.
want to give a lazy blowjob until i fall asleep huffing musk. is that too much to ask of this cruel, cruel world...
hokobold is not a top or a bottom he is a magister
