me while making posts that show i obviously have an oral fixation
It's me, I can be trusted.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@wretchedpuppy
me while making posts that show i obviously have an oral fixation
It's me, I can be trusted.
gagging and slurping on their dick with tears in your eyes when they pull your head up and tell you to smile for the camera
Mean girl who chokes me on her cock so hard while we're in a restroom stall that I can't not make embarrassing, loud, choking sounds
i would do anything to be a drooling fucked out incoherent mess bouncing on someone's cock right now
tell me i’m a pretty girl with your cock down my throat 💕
yall ever masturbate so hard you start begging like “fuck-pleasepleaseplease” even though you’re the one fucking yourself? or is that just me.
I’ll ask, “You like that don’t you?” as if there was someone attached to the dildo I’m fucking myself with 🤭
*sighs and looks wistfully out a window* i wish i was having anal sex right now
Make me sit under your desk & let me warm your cock in my mouth.🥰
I love it when you draw cute girls with knots ;)
Then you’ll LOVE what I have in the oven right now for works in progress!(thank you btw!)
Here’s a sneak peak !
✨ Reblog if you are a hole for girlcock ✨
MY REVIEW OF GIRLS
Graphics: Very pretty! Great to look at!
Sound: They make such nice noises!
Gameplay: Very addictive and rewarding! Immersive!
Can you pet the dog: You can put a leash on em and pet em for hours!
Final score: 10/10
Shots ring out, rattling the massive frame and the small, fragile pilot within. QUERY: Input from Handler? The positive feedback continues as another frame falls out of the sky before her as she dodges out of the way, a masterfully executed maneuver. QUERY: Handler? Input? >_Good dog. Almost done, darling. CONCLUDE: Come back to Handler? She wants nothing more than to please Handler, to make Handler happy and proud of her. Her real body may be weak but within the steel of the frame she is strong. Strong enough to make Handler proud. Strong enough to keep Handler safe. To keep everyone safe. She knew that Handler had a name, one beyond the title, but she couldn't remember it. She didn't need to remember, right? Just needed to please, to help, to keep Handler safe. >_Not just yet. 2 more, can you do that for me? CONFIRMATION: Yes Handler. Engaging. A final series of shots rings out, distorted in the abnormal atmosphere of the now-inhospitable planet, glassed towards the start of the war. One enemy frame's boosters are blown out, and it careens sideways in a spiral, colliding with the other frame. The tangled mass of steel limbs and weaponry fall through the clouds on a direct collision course with the dead ground below. QUERY: Come back to Handler? >_Yes darling, come on back. Wonderful job. --------------- The cockpit of the frame hissed open, the light of the hangar bleeding through into the darkened interior. The woman within curls up slightly, flinching away from the light. A crew of mechanics scurry away as her Handler approaches, climbing up to the cockpit and cooing encouragement and affection in the pilot's ear. >_Wonderful job, dear. Such a good hound. A hand brushes over her hair, gently working out the various neural plugs and cables from the back of her head and neck while her mind drifts away into the words of Handler. Her ears merely registered the words, translating them into plain text for the pilot to easily comprehend. >_Such a good job today, so many wonderful little tricks. Such a good girl. The pilot's body had been modified countless times over the past several hundred cycles, removing anything unneeded and adding dozens of small optimizations to interface with her frame. >_Just breathe, dear. I've got you. Her ears were modified, only registering sounds to translate into plain text to prevent the potential deafness resulting from dogfights. >_You're all done for today. You're okay, my darling pilot. Her spinal column and brain riddled with implants to let her plug directly into the mass of steel, her true body. >_Such a good dog. Her vocal cords... those never worked. Not really. To solve that, any intention to speak was translated into plain text as well, a readout sent directly to Handler. QUERY: Did... good? Handler scoops her up into a gentle embrace, carefully lifting her from the cockpit. Handler would keep her safe, let her rest... >_Very good, darling. So, very good. Her head rested on Handler's shoulder with one hand in her hair, the other on her back, gently lifting and carrying the pilot through the halls from the hangar to Handler's bunk. QUERY: Rest with Handler? >_Of course, sweet thing. Such a good girl. You've done so, so well today. Handler lays the pilot down on a large mass of pillows and blankets at the foot of the bed, where she sleeps. Her bed. Last time she slept in Handler's bed, she'd fallen out and gotten hurt, and Handler couldn't have that happening again. The pilot couldn't bear to sleep in the bunks with the other pilots, couldn't bear being so far away from the comfort and warmth and love of Handler. She knew that even if she startled awake, haunted by nightmares, Handler would be there to calm her down, keep her safe, kiss her and hold her gently... STATEMENT: I love Handler. QUERY: Handler loves me? From the bed above her, Handler spoke. >_More than anything, angel. More than anything.
--------------- The pilot wakes to find her head in Handler's lap, a hand being gently brushed through her hair. She felt safe, comfortable, loved, in Handler's lap. Where she should be. >_Good morning, sweet thing. Did you sleep well? Through her grogginess and hazy mind, she musters a response. CONCLUDE: Still tired. SUGGEST: More rest. Handler giggles, brushing a strand of hair out of the pilot's face. >_Darling, you've slept enough. You need to get up, angel. ERROR: I don't understand. Why no rest? >_Because, even though it's a relaxation day for you, we still have to make sure you're on schedule. The pilot sighs, turning to bury her face in Handler's stomach. SUGGEST: More rest. With Handler. >_Hm. I have an idea how we can wake you up a bit. The pilot is scooped into Handler's lap, and she tilts her head curiously. QUERY: What is Handler doing? >_Just taking care of my good girl~ One of Handler's hands drifts down the pilot's body, finding a place to rest on her thigh. The other holds her head close to Handler's chest, running softly through her hair. >_Is this alright, angel? Can I? CONFIRMATION: Please, Handler... Handler's hand slips between the pilot's thighs, gently rubbing her clit. While she has numerous augments, this was the one she took the most pride in. Before she became a pilot, before the war, before Handler, she'd paid so much money for the medicine and the surgery to help her be happy. She couldn't remember how much now, she doesn't need to remember. Only Handler needed to think about those things now. The pilot's hips grind down into Handler's hand, her already mostly-empty mind going fuzzy with pleasure. One of Handler's fingers slips inside the pilot and she hugs Handler as tight as she can with her weakened body, squirming down into Handler's hand. >_That's it, pup. That's a good dog. Just like that, sweet thing. Only Handler matters. Only Handler can take care of her like this. She only needs Handler, only needs to hold Handler and let herself be taken care of. A spike of pleasure jolts through the pilot's brain, stimulating a dozen of her inactive neural implants as her back arches and she cries out. >_Shhh shh shh. You're okay angel. Quiet now. CONFIRMATION: T-Thank you Handler. The pilot twitches slightly, still grinding against Handler's now-soaked thigh. >_My my, still worked up, pup? CONFIRMATION: Y-Yes Handler- Handler stands up, lifting the pilot and setting her gently on the foot of the bed. >_Unfortunately, angel, we've got a couple of things to do today, so you'll have to be patient for me. ERROR: Why need to wait? Handler gently slips a loose shirt over the pilot's head, careful not to let it brush against any of her implants. She lifted her legs slightly to let Handler slide a pair of shorts up her thin legs, before standing to follow as needed. >_I promise, sweetheart, it's nothing for you to worry about. Handler places a gentle kiss on the pilot's hand, taking her hand and leading her out the door. ---------------
(pssst hey please reblog this version!!! it's the whole story!!! thank you!!!)
maybe i'd be quieter and behave myself more if you told me to get down on my knees and hold my tongue out while you jerked off onto it.
Reblog if ur just a slut who wants to be used till ur eyes roll up and you can't feel half of ur body
anyway i now have a very specific image in mind regarding tentacle monsters and somno girlies
bunny who had absolutely NOTHING to do with that pentagram drawn in blood at the centerpoint of five catastrophic events and has NO idea WHAT you're talking about
Just thinking of throat training with a puppy whose gag reflex is horrible, cooing at them and telling them we’re just gonna practice as I put them on their knees. Once they get comfortable and confident I grab the back of their hair and force them down until they try to push back, coaxing them through their tears and gags that they can handle it.
“Shh baby I know you can take it, don’t fight it. There you go, that’s a good puppy.. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat. You’ll be good and take the rest, won’t you my love?”