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I want to see ass

aren’t u needy

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and after cumming

time to show off that body, little porn slut

if u insist🤭🤭

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time to show off that body, little porn slut

if u insist🤭🤭

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finger me until I cum and then make me suck your fingers clean <3

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any hot older men wanna come take advantage of me while i’m at my lowest rn

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the overwatch drive event took over my whole life

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if i heard pedro whimpering like a slut in my ears, yall have to as well

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Who has been a bad girl?

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it’s sad because most guys don’t really care about being a daddy as a whole they’re just interested in the sex part or in me being cute for them

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just had the best fantasy over being gang banged🫣

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Eating her out: ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

Teasing her first by kissing & biting on her inner thighs until she's a dripping wet mess, and then eating her out: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

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I just want big thick fingers inside my pussy <3

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i did all my chores today 😊😊 where’s my ‘good job puppy, i’m so proud of you’

IM WAITING

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Ink Stained: Spencer Dutton x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989

Spencer doesn’t come home from the war. Instead he detours to Africa to hunt in the Serengeti for five years because he’s too ruined, too broken to face the people waiting for him. The only way he feels alive is when he’s facing down death itself, in fact it’s the only way he feels anything anymore.

The night his throat is almost torn out by a leopard is the night that everything changes. He feels it’s putrid breath hot on his face, it’s claws sinking into his skin, tearing through his flesh and instead of welcoming the oblivion as he always imagined he would he fights. He fights because in his final moments his thoughts are of you, of the girl he fell in love with back in Montana.

The one he taught to shoot on Sunday afternoons, who raced with him on her horse across the pastures until they were both wild and breathless, tumbling into the grass, making love underneath the sun. The one he made a promise to by wrapping a daisy around her ring finger, one she’d still been wearing the day he left.

It’s a week later he begins to read the letters. You’d stopped sending them years ago but he still kept every single one of them, along with his Aunt Cara’s. He’s never written back, he hadn’t wanted to fill your head with the horrors he was experiencing overseas.

It takes him half the night to work through with them. He reads about your life in his absence, how you still bathe in the stream where he undressed you for the first time, how your Papi passed away so the ranch now belongs to your brother, he lives your highs, your lows and then eventually your resolution.

You let me go a long time ago, you say in your final letter, maybe it’s time for me to do the same.

His tears, they stain the ink because you’re probably married by now to one of the other men that tried to court you, a couple of babes running around your ankles.

He begins to work through Cara’s letters then, a glass of whiskey in his hand for fortification. He catches glimpses of you through the pages, your life is still inevitably entwined within The Yellowstone. His Aunt Cara thought the world of you before he left and evidently she still does.

It’s the final one that makes him pack up his things, the one that details the shooting on the way back from Bozeman.

Your Kit, it reads, she shot finer than most the men out there that day and she paid the price for it with a bullet. The doctor says it’s in God’s hands now.

His brother, his uncle, Jack and now you…

He isn’t sure his heart can endure the loss.

He books passage to the Americas the next day, sending word over the wire of his homecoming.

I’m on my way, he writes on the paperwork before handing it over to the ship’s captain. I’ll be home as soon as I can.

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