amalgamutt
amalgamutt
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amalgamutt · 1 year ago
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just the tip -> being mounted and bred balls deep pipeline
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amalgamutt · 1 year ago
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I love being called a good boy!! Yes yes!! It gives me a sense of euphoria and like I’m deserving of my praise!! Please let me prove that I am a good boy!!
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amalgamutt · 1 year ago
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amalgamutt · 1 year ago
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amalgamutt · 1 year ago
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we don’t even have to fuck, just make me arch it for u in my panties while u slap my ass and hump me from behind
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amalgamutt · 1 year ago
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Insisting I stay still and take it as your massive cock hits my cervix and I try to push you away. You grabbing my hips and forcing yourself too deep, no mercy, reminding me that I asked for it, for all of you, and good boys accept Daddy's r/pings, so why don't I melt into the mattress and milk the cum out of you. . . .
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amalgamutt · 1 year ago
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amalgamutt · 1 year ago
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funny how you tune into what I'm fixated on without me mentioning it - how as soon as we hit the bedroom you were behind me bending me over, slipping your throbbing cock deep in my cunt, forcing me down with your weight - rutting into me. . . .
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amalgamutt · 1 year ago
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a primer for the small weird loves, richard siken
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amalgamutt · 1 year ago
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amalgamutt · 1 year ago
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by Fumi Nakamura
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amalgamutt · 1 year ago
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In the mood to get drunk and play chicken. . . .
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amalgamutt · 1 year ago
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Not for minors.
Not safe for open viewing.
Home to a feral menace, hot asphalt, heavy silver, vetiver. Summer days and honey lemonade, tan lined and ray bleached, sticky saltbeds and stonefruit. Not sunburn but heat rash - an itch, a tingle, a flush to the flesh and head dizzy and displaced, heart jackhammering. The yawning snap with too many teeth, the growl that sticks in your throat like peanut butter, the thin red raised in a halo of purple and blue from a particularly hard scratch.
Call me Gamut.
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