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@weirdoguinevere
Hi!
You can call me Güin or Güinevere; I'm a genderfluid transfem who uses it/she and pup/pupself.
I'm proship and paraphilic, and this blog is mainly to explore about my traumas, kinks and "wrong" shipps, so be warned, it's filled with content that might be triggering.
My Ask box is always open! Feel free to send me asks about anything, even (or preferably) sexual stuff!
• Minors, TERFs, antis, Witch hunters DNI! •
Presentation V1.0
> event that advertises itself as for lesbians and women
> only states explicit support for trans men, how welcome trans women are is up to interpretation
> only trans person on the team is a transmasc
> they're hosting a drag show based on rocky horror picture show, apparently
I think I need to kill people
thighjob where we’re snuggling real close in bed and your cock is sliding back and forth but it’s passing over my clit each time and i’m digging my nails into you and hiding my face in your chest and one of your hands is on my ass pulling me forward and back in perfect rhythm with you like a stupid little whining sex toy made to get you off and you warn me between low groans not to wiggle my hips otherwise it’ll end up inside me and i’m fucking whining that it’s not fair and you’re saying i know baby i know baby but doesn’t it feel so good and i’m nodding reluctantly because god fucking yes it’s so wet and warm and the way it sounds— is messing with my thoughts and i can’t fucking think but it’s— it sounds fucking perverse and you’re asking me if i like how it sounds dirty like that because i’m just as filthy as you are and you can feel me getting more wet and you can feel my clit getting more swollen against your shaft and you bet i like how i can feel every single fucking vein moving back and forth over my soft wet pussy and oh you bet it feels even better because we’re so close like this right baby? so close together aww you’re such a romantic baby, do you like it when i make my dick feel good with your pretty body? and i’m nodding again but this time can’t even say it and
Y'all know what I've been seeing on TikTok a lot? Couples going out and doing the “oh we are siblings” joke to people…
Ik it's actually a little joke to some people but I know! I just know! There are couples out there into Fauxcest enjoying that prank. Enjoying being able to call their partner their sibling in public then kiss them. Watching people’s reactions. Their little excuse to play in public…
I'd be lying if I said I don't want in.
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“Happy birthday!”
You blink in surprise, eyes adjusting to the light, before breaking into a broad grin. You’d known what she was planning for at least a month, but seeing all of your longtime friends after a while was worth pretending it was a secret.
They came up, smiling and laughing, hugging you and saying how nice it’s been to see you after so long, gesturing toward the pile of gifts on the dining room table, alongside a cake with your name scrawled beautifully.
You make merry, talking to everyone and settling in, drinks come out, music comes on, the party reaches full swing. It’s nice, if a little cramped. Some of your friends came from out of state, others from even further abroad, and while there were only about 4 or 5 that attended, it was nice to have everyone together again after so long.
She came up behind you, hands snaking around your waist, nose and lips finding the hollow of your neck as she pulled you into a warm embrace. She hummed in satisfaction, a noise almost like a purr, kissing gently and looking out on the party.
“Having a good time?” she asked, and you could feel her smile against your skin.
“Of course,” you reply, leaning back into her. Your fingers trace over her arms, your body pushes into her touch. “It’s wonderful.”
“Count the gifts yet?” she grins as your face flushes.
“I don’t-? I didn’t-”
“Yes you did,” she laughs.
You huff. “One’s missing.”
“Mhm.”
“Did you not get me anything? It’s alright if you didn’t, I know that you-?”
“I did.”
Her tone is lower, softer, warmer. You feel a full-body shudder. “O-oh?”
“When the party winds down you can go get it. Let’s have fun with the girls first, yeah?”
“M-mhm! Sure!”
There’s a fluttering in your stomach now, a heat beginning to gently bubble up in your chest. You try to tamp it down, smother the little flame that’s started coursing through you, but in each interaction, you feel it there. The way someone laughs, exposing their teeth as they smile. The way someone reaches out, their hand brushing yours, sending little sparks over your skin. The way someone unbuttons their top button, flush from drink, exposing just a little more cleavage.
Just her words send you into a tizzy. How does she do it so effortlessly? How does she fall into that mentality so easily, and take you with her, dragging you down and down until you can barely think? You’re smiling at the right times, laughing at all the right jokes, but you feel lost. You can’t think about anything else. Everything at the party is a haze, and the only thing in sharp clarity is the way she moves about the group, laughing and smiling and chatting.
The second the more upbeat music gives way for softer, slower tunes, you’re on top of her.
“Where’s my gift?” you smile.
“Not going to open everyone else’s first?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
“I want your gift,” you say firmly, planting a foot and crossing your arms.
“Goodness,” she laughs, turning toward you, cupping your face. “Greedy little thing.” You feel hot all over, squirming despite your posturing. “You sure? No going back to the party after that.”
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. You try again, something between a squeak and a whimper emerges before you stammer, “I- I just want your gift! That’s all!”
“Alright, alright,” she smiles, putting her hands up in surrender. “It’s up on the bed. If you go up to get it, come back down with it, got it?”
“I… yeah! Of course, obviously.”
“Obviously,” she grins, almost a sneer.
You dodge away from her, climbing the stairs two at a time and making your way into your bedroom. Settled in on your sheets is a plain looking box, a simple purple bow in the corner. You’re already starting to feel nervous, hands shaking as you pull the box into your lap. You shake it a bit to get a gist of the weight, and carefully peel away the tape to open it up.
Your face immediately goes bright red. You snatch up your phone, swiping to the contact that’s all heart emojis, and furiously slam out a text.
“I CAN’T WEAR THIS!!1!!”
“Then safe word.”
You pause, pouting at your phone. “You can’t be serious”
“Pretty simple choice, baby. Safe word and we go back to partying, or you come back down.”
You huff, crossing your arms and looking over the gift, eyes darting back and forth anxiously. “Everyone agreed to this?”
“They did.”
You shiver at that, breath picking up a little bit. All of them? They all agreed to…? Not just agreed to, want this. They… they want this. Want you. You’re almost panting a bit now as you lift the box back into your lap, gently picking through its contents.
There isn’t much. The fabric is pretty sparse; light purple lingerie that hugs your hips and accentuates your chest (though you still think there isn’t much there). And a small plug with a little red heart-shaped gem on it. You shiver at that specifically.
“All of it?” you text her, eyeing the plug.
“All of it.”
You whimper against your will, taking a deep breath. This is what you wanted. You’d joked about it more than a few times, but it was never really a joke. The fabric feels good in your hands, trembling as you turn them over before moving to your own clothes.
You feel cold and a bit exposed, wincing at the plug before looking yourself over in the mirror.
You feel a mix of emotions as you go bright red, crossing your arms over your chest and whining before snatching up your phone. “It’s way too much!! This is so embarrassing!!”
“Then tap out. It’s all up to you, baby.”
Her words send a little hum through your body, the way she so casually has you wrapped around her finger is… kind of intoxicating. You clutch your phone tight in shaky hands, moving to the top of the staircase and looking down. It looks… so much further than it did before. Each step makes your cheeks burn a little brighter and you get a little dizzier.
By the time you reach the bottom of the stairs, you’re more aware of the vibe. The tone of the party has gotten much more subdued; low, bassy music is slowly pumping through speakers, conversation has dropped to a low, almost whispered chatter, and everyone seems to have gathered in the living room. All eyes find you as you enter, bright red and eyes downcast. Someone whistles and there’s a smattering of chuckles before they’re chastised in whispered tones.
“C’mere, baby,” she smiles, holding out a hand for you. It’s safety, something grounding in this situation you’ve never found yourself in. You rush over, taking it quickly and climbing into her lap, curling into her chest. “There you go,” she coos, petting your hair. “Breathe slow for me, alright?”
You nod, closing your eyes and letting your breath become slow and steady. You match her breathing, feel her heartbeat under your hands, and things still for a moment. Then her fingers find your face, pulling you to face her and smiling. Her nose bumps yours playfully, her lips brush along yours, free hand holding your waist.
“You’re doing great, sweetheart,” she says, far softer than before. Her tone has dropped into that maternal, caring mode. “Need anything?”
“No,” you reply, shaking your head and sighing softly. “I’m okay.”
“Color?”
You bite your lip, looking around the room. Hungry stares are all fixed completely on you. You are the absolute center of attention, and it’s terrifying, and… “Green,” you whisper, shivering.
“That’s my girl,” she smiles, pulling you into a slow, gentle kiss. “That’s my good girl.” You gasp softly at how quickly her tone changes, falling back into its familiar cadence, eyes looking over you needily. “Then I guess it’s time to start, hm?”
“S-s-start?” you smile, cocking your head. “What do you mean?”
She takes your hand, guiding you off her lap. “It’s your birthday, birthday girl,” she grins. “You know what that means, don’t you?”
“U-um-!” You blush. You do, but you certainly don’t want to say it. “I-? No, no idea, I have no idea what-?”
“Over my knee. Now.”
Your knees go shaky at the command, whining and hiding your face in your hands. “I-! P-please-?”
“Please what?”
Your brow furrows and you fidget in place. “I... hmph.”
Her gaze falls. “Oh? Is this what we’re doing?” There’s a light snickering from the observers and you feel your face go hot. “Now that you’ve got eyes on you, you suddenly have to put up a strong act?”
“I-!”
She stands, grabbing you by your waist, fingers digging in as you gasp. She’s so close, a few inches taller and yet looming over you, looking down into your eyes with a playful sneer. “Then you can walk back upstairs and put my gift back in the box, can’t you?”
“N-no, wait-?”
“Is the party over? Should I tell everyone to go back to what they were doing?”
You whine, knees buckling, her hands keeping you up. “I... please?”
She sits down, straightening out her lap and giving you a stern look. “One more time. Try again.”
You whimper, feeling the blush of humiliation, of being forced to comply. “P-please, Miss. S-sorry… sorry Miss.”
“Over my knee.”
You whimper as you shakily comply, grabbing a pillow to hide your face in to avoid seeing the stares from the girls around the room.
“There you go, sweet thing,” she hums, hooking a finger in your panties and pulling them down. “Looking so pretty for me. You know the rule, don’t you?”
“I-I…?” you whine, mouth dry.
“Keep count for me. If you ever lose count, we start over. And we will keep starting over until we get there.”
“Yes, Miss,” you whisper, shivering and clinging to the pillow, to her legs, to anything to ground you in the absolute tide you’ve been thrown into. You can’t see behind you as she messes with something, but eventually there’s a long, drawn-out moment of silence before SMACK! It hurts, but it hurts good, and it’s probably… some kind of paddle? You aren’t sure when she got something like that, or if one of the other girls brought it, or-?
“I don’t hear counting.”
“O-o-one!” you quickly stammer, fingers curling around your pillow. Fuck. Soft hands gently move over the impact site, and you can already feel the sting left behind. As soon as her warm touch leaves you’re already finding yourself bracing. And bracing. And bracing, it takes forever for her to- SMACK!
“T-two!” you whine, shuddering and panting.
She reaches over to grab something up. “Good girl.” A click-click follows, and your brain feels a bit fuzzy at the reinforcement. It’s easier to comply when she gets you in that headspace, so you appreciate it, pushing into her happily at the noise. “Let’s keep going.”
Over and over, a sharp smack followed by you counting out loud. You’re diligent, you don’t want to forget and slip up and have it go on forever, but the occasional noise from her clicker has you fuzzy and dizzy. Occasionally, you look around the room, just sneaking little glances, and see the eyes still fixed on you. Watching you, wanting. There’s a pair on a loveseat, kissing and watching you eagerly, another in an armchair, idly palming her bulge, and you’re not sure if it’s a strap or more.
You’re so dizzy now. You make it to the end and she sets the paddle down, gently massaging your ass, bright red and probably bruised as it was. “You did so good, baby,” she hums, leaning in to kiss your shoulders. “Need a break, or do you want more?”
You shiver, relaxing into her touch, letting her comfort you. “M-more, please, Miss.”
“Alright, princess.” The sounds of people starting to get up caught your attention, and you glanced over to see some of the girls clearing off the coffee table, setting down blankets and pillows to make it comfortable. You went bright red at the realization, hiding your face in the pillow again. “You’re so cute,” she laughs, running fingers through your hair, nails grazing your scalp comfortingly. “Let me know if you need a break.”
“Yes, ma’am,” you mumble. After a short moment, her hands gently pull you upright, standing you up on shaky legs before guiding you to the table. It’s… the perfect height, which makes you blush again, so much it bleeds down into your shoulders and chest, splotchy red letting everyone know how embarrassed you are.
She… sits back down. Watching. You frown and cock your head, looking over to her.
“You enjoy,” she smiles. “I need to make sure they all behave.”
Before you can object, the girls are on you. Roaming hands move across your skin, some soft and dainty, some rough and calloused. They coo at you, telling you how pretty you are, how good you look, how soft you feel. They grope your hips, your chest, caress your cheek. Some even move down to kiss you, bite you, drag their tongue along your skin, making you whimper and moan.
Attention from all over. Every inch of you is getting touched, caressed, pampered. You’re as dizzy as when she uses the clicker on you.
One of the girls kneels down between your legs, kissing along your thighs and giving long, teasing scratches. Another, the one that’s been slowly rubbing your hair, unzips her jeans, and you go bright red. You feel your hands being guided, one up under a dress to feel how wet her panties are getting, and another to palm at someone throbbing under her skirt. Fuck. You’re starting to really get dizzy now. The girl standing above you finally drops her jeans and boxers, leaning in. You’re almost frustrated its strap, but you nuzzle into it and moan regardless. Hot kisses move up your thighs and between your legs, kissing over your soaked lingerie, and the two at your sides have started grinding hot and heavier.
And still, she’s sitting there watching you. She’s touching herself, you know, you can tell from the angle, but you can’t quite see, not amidst the girls who are fawning over you and pawing at your body, but you can see her eyes, and the hunger there. The possessiveness. The need. It drives you fucking crazy.
The skirt and dress are moved, and you feel your hands touch them – a soft, smooth cunt for your fingers to curl up against, and a thick, hard cock, throbbing under your touch. They want you to touch them so bad. They crave you. It feels so good to know how much you’re the toy of the hour. How much they need you specifically. All eyes on you, all focus, all attention.
The girl slides her strap into your mouth and you gasp and whimper, shivering and arching your back. From her seat she watches, pausing and observing you for any sign of hesitance, but finding none she goes back to simply watching as you begin to feel your throat stretch around the new girl.
Your hips are rocking, the girl down below moving your panties to the side so she can fully taste you now, tongue moving along your skin, moaning and pulling her hair back to give you what you really deserve. The two at your sides have leaned in, kissing messily over you, rutting into your hands for stimulation as they make out. It’s so fucking hot. You wish someone was kissing you, but you’re quickly reminded of the strap you’re sucking as she grabs your head and starts to pump slowly in and out of your mouth.
You lose yourself a bit. Dizzy and disoriented, the world starts to melt away, homogenous pleasure washing over you. Two fingers in warm cunt, a hard cock pumping in and out of your hand, a tongue worshipping your body, your throat used like a toy; it’s all so much, so, so much, and your body trembles under the weight of the lust, shaking and moaning.
You don’t quite cum, but it’s close, it’s like… a quake, under your skin. Something euphoric and close, but not quite there. You know why, of course, but this is good enough, good enough as they touch you and want you and need you, and then they’re cumming, one girl clenching around your fingers, another shooting across your chest, the one in your mouth simply whining and holding you still as she twitches.
When they pull away, you feel cold, suddenly very empty and alone, isolated as you are on the coffee table. They retreat to their seats, watching you expectantly, and… her eyes are there.
She looks at you like a predator over a prey. Eyes narrow but pupils blown out in pleasure. Her hand strokes herself slowly, watching with interest, free hand eventually raising to beckon you closer. “C’mere.”
It’s hard to get up, and eventually one of the other girls rises to help you stand, guiding you over with a hand holding yours and another at the small of your back, you feel… almost like a princess. It’s silly. But you can feel the attention on you still there as you make your way to her, feeling her cup your face and kiss you deeply and hungrily, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth, her hands moving along your bare body.
One snakes around your waist, moving behind you and gently toying with the plug, making you gasp and whine, hiding your face in her chest.
“You know why I made you wear this,” she purrs.
“Mmfh.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Nnh… I…? Miss…”
“C’mon, baby.”
You take a deep breath, but your voice still comes out as a whisper: “B-because… that’s… because I’m yours…”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Always.”
She slowly, carefully, pulls it out, setting it aside and lying back on her chair, patting her lap. You climb up onto her, resting your hands on her chest and nuzzling into her neck. She smells so good, she feels so good, she-
“Nnh!” You gasp as you feel her prodding at you, already lubed up as she slowly slides into you. “F-fuck! Fuck, fuck, Miss…!”
“There you go, shhh, it’s okay,” she whispers, holding you close. She cradles you against her chest, holding you tight, enveloping you in her touch. “I’ve got you. Breathe for me.”
You nod shakily and take in a gasping breath before sighing it out. You do this again, and again, and eventually it starts to calm. It feels so strange but it also feels like her. She’s fully buried in you when she purrs and kisses your chest, shoulders, neck.
“May I?” she asks. She doesn’t have to, obviously. All of this is for your benefit. You’d said “green”, and she knows you can back out at any time, call “yellow” or “red”, and you haven’t even come close. Her asking isn’t for permission, it’s to draw it out of you. To make you say it.
To remind you that, no matter what, you belong to her.
“Please,” you nod.
She grabs your hips, slowly pulling out before sliding back in. It’s… everything. You cling to her as she fucks you slowly, picking up speed but never going too fast. She’s savoring it, every second, and you know the other girls are watching, some are even touching themselves to you now. Like a porno only they ever get to see. Fuck, that gets you hot. Their personal porn star for the night.
You whine and cling to her tightly, feeling her hands in your hair as she fucks you deeper, harder, but never faster. “Good girl, baby,” she says, clicking the clicker. “Good girl. My good girl.”
“Yours, yours…” you pant, clawing at her chest needily. “Please, please, I need…?”
“Do you?” She grins, grabbing your chin and making you look her in the eyes. “Use your words, baby.”
“Let me cum, cum in me, pleeeaaase…” You blush at how pathetic you whine for her, but you can feel how much she loves it as she twitches in you.
“That’s my girl.” She holds you tight, finally picking up speed, finally fucking you the way you need, hitting all the right spots, pounding you deep, fucking you until-
You don’t realize you’re yelling until her hand clamps over your mouth, groaning and holding you tight as she finishes in you. The two of you twitch and writhe together for a long moment until finally the moment passes and you both collapse, exhausted, sweaty and sore.
“Fuck,” she laughs, peppering your shoulders and neck with kisses. “You’re such a good girl.”
“Mmmm,” you moan, unable to move. You feel hands on you again, this time with a damp towel and some water, gently tilting your head up to drink as they clean you off. Strong hands help lift you up over to the couch, lying down with your head in her lap as she plays with your hair.
“There you go,” she smiles. Her voice has left the “dominatrix” range and returned to the soft, warm tones landing solidly in “girlfriend” territory. “How’s my girl?”
“Mm, good,” you smile, nuzzling.
“Poor thing is all fucked out, she can’t even think straight.” The other girls laugh and you hide your face. “It’s alright. I’ll have someone go grab your clothes. Just rest here for a minute and then we can get back to the party, okay?”
“Mmmm,” you smile, closing your eyes. “I didn’t get to open my presents yet.”
“I know, dear,” she smiles, fingers threading through your hair.
You pause. “That’s not all you got me, is it?” you huff.
She laughs, shaking her head and rolling her eyes before brushing her fingers along your cheek. “No, baby. I’ve got a lot more for you after this.”
You close your eyes. “Okay, good.” A pause. “Wait, what does that mean?”
the thing about egg discourse and transfem headcannon discourse is that both are based on the fact that the idea of more trans women makes non-transfems feel fear and disgust and that it's easier to make us bear the brunt of the guilt rather than look inwards.
big sister that slowly starts being warmer towards you after your attempt. it’s not like she was cold to you before, she just hardly paid you any mind. but as soon as you got back from the ward she was there, waiting for you. you couldn’t be bothered to take care of yourself, and you’d always thought she’d think less of you for if. maybe she did. but a few days after you get back, she asks if you want her to make you dinner. you had barely eaten since getting home, and it seems like she noticed. you begrudgingly accept.
it’s not like it’s a problem if she makes food for you, or takes care of your laundry, or makes your bed while you’re in school. because that’s what she does. it starts small, with her taking the trash out of your room while you’re away. but slowly she starts taking care of more and more of the things you’ve just never had the energy to do. at first you find it a bit patronizing. she only starts being willing to help after she has how bad things are pushed directly to where she can see them. but she’s not talking to you the way your teachers and your parents are. she still treats you like a person.
slowly, things start feeling better. having a clean space really does help, and your big sis has been by your side through every step of your recovery. eventually you realized that what happened opened her eyes, and that all she wanted was to do everything she could to make things easier for you. so she did, and things got easier for you. you could put your energy towards actually recovering, instead of using what limited energy you have left just trying to sustain yourself. every day you come home to a nearly made bed and a clean room, seeing a girl you’ve known all your life in an entirely new light.
eventually, you realize that you might be seeing her in *too* different a light. the smile that creeps onto her face the moment you get home, the butterflies in your stomach that flutter whenever she calls you “kiddo”, it all starts to overwhelm you. when did you start seeing her like this? you push those thoughts down in your mind, until you get a nightmare. you’ve always had them since you were little, and your family knows they get bad. so when one comes that wakes you up in a cold sweat, like a hammer to your chest, you get out of bed and knock on your sister’s door. she lets you in, and asks “what’s up?”
you explain your dream, and she wraps her arms around you. you sheepishly ask if you can stay with her tonight, and she whispers in your ear that nothing would make her happier. she pulls you under the covers and wraps herself around you. it’s warm and cozy, more so than anything you’ve ever felt before. and slowly, you start having more and more “nightmares”. at first it was once a week or so, then twice, then every other day, until you don’t even have to knock.
when you think about it for too long, it makes you feel sick. the butterflies that won’t go away and only seem to flutter faster when you’re in her arms, the way you can’t seem to take your eyes off of her, and even the way that you’ve started wearing less and less when you visited her in bed. the thought of it fills you with guilt, but some deep and vulnerable part of you knows it’s what you want. so one night, when she’s asleep, you slowly slide your hand underneath her shirt.
her breasts feel soft, and you can tell by the heat in your cheeks that your face would be bright red if only she could see it. but she’s always been a deep sleeper. night after night, you grow more and more adventurous. squeezing her boobs, fondling her thighs, even growing bold enough to gently trace your fingers along the length of her cock. once or twice you think she might be awake- saying something in her sleep or shifting while she rests, and rocket backwards in shame and embarrassment, but she always laid so perfectly still afterwards.
one night though… you slide her pants off. her sleeping clothes are loose enough that you’re able to without much trouble. you slowly slide your own off, and press your length against hers. she’s much bigger than you- something you know you’d never hear the end of if she found out about. and slowly but surely, you begin to rub yourself against her. you both moan quietly, each trying to hold the noise of the immediate pleasure you felt back. you’re about to say something, but her hand quickly grasps yours. you’re both awake. the thought rings in your head like a flashbang, as you start to realize that all those times you thought she might have been faking, she almost certainly was.
but you don’t stop. and neither does she.
hand grasped in hand, your quiet moans fill the silent air.
you stare into her eyes, now open. you’re both awake.
the time flies by as you both give in to every urge you’ve held back all this time.
and you give your first time to her, filled with passion, and you do so wide awake.
hey lets dissolve our bodies and minds in a collective conciousness of humanity while we bathe together slowly melting in the cool waters as we kiss
no homo.
Tumbling down tumbling down tumbling dooooowwwnnnnn
HMM pervy mommy who makes her dumb bimbo daughter sleep with her and when her daughter talks too much the mom coos and murmurs praises and rubs the daughters cunnie to lull her to sleep then uses her as a fleshlight because the mom cant sleep if she's not filled her baby up
Mom are you sure you want me to sleep here tonight? Of course I do! I miss spending time with my precious little girl! Mom smiles and pulls her daughter into the bed. Missed having you in my arms like the precious girl you are. Mom says as she softly pecks her daughter's lips. Like Ive said before all mommies and daughters do this, she trails off. But they don't talk about it, her daughter finishes the sentence. Good girl! Now lay down with mama, she lays them both down and holds her close.
I went shopping today, I got this nightgown. Didn't you notice it was new? Of course I did, she noticed everything. How the nightgown was sheer, how her tits spilled out of it, how it barely covered anything, and the matching panties that peaked through. It's so soft and I got the frilly socks that match. My jewelry matches perfectly! I look and feel so pretty! My nails came out perfectly and- baby, it's night time. I know Mom but I'm not tired, she whines. You said this was soft? She takes the chance to touch the nightgown. Through the little light coming into the room she sees her daughter nod. I got it from that new shop at the mall. As her daughter keeps speaking she runs her fingers down the nightgown stopping right on top of her panties.
Are these soft too? She mumbles as she starts to touch her daughter through her panties a small squeak leaves her. Yes mama...they came with the nightgown. Did they? Wow they are so pretty...what about inside? Are they soft inside too? Her stupid daughter nods again as she pushes her hand into her panties. They are soft! They also come in many different colors and sizes! I was so happy to see them! Shhh baby, lower your voice. Mom says into her daughter's ear as she starts to rub her clit. Mom is going to let you keep talking and help you get tired okay? Okay...like I was saying they are so pretty I didn't know what size to get so I got this one.
Mom let's her keep talking her content little heart out while she rubs her clit. Until she starts taking long pauses between her words. T-then...then we went... She tries to speak. Mama... Shhh it's okay little girl. Just relax for your mom ... Relax and let go for me. She pets her daughter's hair with one hand and rubs her clit the other. Soft moans and pants leave her and before they know it she's cuming for her mom. Relaxing against her love you mom...I love you too, she says softly into her daughter's ear as she pulls her hand out of her panties.
Mom watches as her daughter's chest rises and falls slowly as she's fast asleep. Mom smiles as she sits up and slowly lifts her daughter's leg up. Fucking, finally! Didn't think you'd ever shut up and sleep. She says as she pulls her cock out and runs it up and down her wet cunt. Don't worry...you'll get used to this in no time. She mumbles and pushes into her daughter's cunt. Soft whines leave the sleepy girl's lips as she squirms in her sleep but mom holds her in place. Fuck, such a nice cunt... All Mommy's too.
She takes her time slowly fucking her sleeping daughter. Feeling how tight she is wrapped around her, how she keeps getting wetter, and how she moans in her sleep. Mom? Her daughter says shhh, go back to sleep. Moms got you, she whispers in her daughter's ear as she pets her hair. She doesn't stop her hips from slowly fucking into her. Mom I thought... Her daughter barely can speak as she goes in and out of sleep. Mom needs this to sleep, baby. She moans into her daughter's ear feeling herself get close. Mom just needs to empty herself in you...stay in you. She can't help but bite down on her shoulder as she cums. Panting and pulling her daughter in closer. Holding her and kissing where she bit. Goodnight baby...
yea so like i feel like i often see posts that r like "i need a tgirl pervert to force herself onto me" or whatever and like thats cool i guess, but the reality is that most tgirls will be far too shy and timid and, ironically, scared of seeming like a weird pervert to make the first move. no, what we need is more cis lesbian chaser perverts who will creep on their tgirl friend and touch her and be forward and make her feel pretty and desired,,, and *then* she'll feel comfortable enough around you to pin you down and breed you until shes satisfied ^_^
shout out to @sunsetdesire for putting this on my post,, cis girls take notes !!!!
defile her, the princess
wipe that smug grin off her face
you saw the needy look in her eyes when she toured through the dungeon
defile her
she only knows a life of comfort, teach her what pain is
the pampering is over, paint her too-clear skin with welts and bruises
defile her
let the agony break her down and reshape her in a lesser form
her royal highness should be reduced to a muzzled hound, kneeling at your feet, clipped at the end of your leash
defile her
Even if she's unaware, the way she smirks and teases asks you for it.
strip her of her garments, the only thing that brat should wear is a gallery of bruises and body writing
defile her, until her former monarch self is dead to memory
Perverted big sis who has to fight the urges to do awful things to her little sis x little sis who KNOWS how much of a perv her big sis and is annoyed she hasn't done any awful things to her
pervert: fuckckk i need her to ride me til i cum insideee enormous pervert: i need him in my dungeon bleeding and moaning on it rusted chains holding his arms up to the ceiling in a mockery of christ biggest pervert in the world: id like a hug and to hold hands wit hsomebody maybe. im sorry if thats too bothersome i'll just go im sso sosryr
Normal pervert: fuckckk i need to ride her till she comes insideee
Enourmous pervert: i need to beat the FUCK out of her and watch her cry on it while I'm pissing in her mouth and down her throat.
yourre going to pass away soon for excluding the biggest pervert in the world shes so lonely i hate you you're hurting her you were just using her like everyone else whats your fucking problem for real
still one of the best of 4chan
