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Rachel Aldana

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This is where you should strive to be. All day. Every day. Small brain. No think. But am cute.

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Let's make some ✨bad decisions✨

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Stacey Poole

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Giana Snow

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Silly little bimbo Kate it's been hours since we've seen those slutty tits. Get them out like a good girl x

fyvkkkk ehehe omg yes Sir sorry for keeping you waiting 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😖😖😖😖🥺🥺🥺

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Like playing with boobs?

Now you have a legit reason to do so.

Science has found that compressing the cells in breasts will decrease the chance of malignant cells growing in the tissue. So playing with boobs can help prevent breast cancer. So play with your boobs! Play with your partner’s boobs! It’s healthy!

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Drunk sexy selfies?

me rn ehehe 🩷🩷🩷🩷🙈🥺🩷

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Let's see that pretty mouth, show us what jerk off material it can be.

💕🤤💕

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Don’t think!

Just pump!

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Got Her Number

Now, let’s talk about these tits, sweetie.

“T-tits? Wha, what’s–oh god. Um, I, you, y-you shouldn’t–”

I know I shouldn’t. But it’s interesting that you led with ‘you shouldn’t’, instead of ‘I don’t want you to’. Another woman just walked up behind you, sat down, and started groping those big heavy sweater puppies of yours right through your clothing, and your only response was to tell me that it’s… what, socially inappropriate? Hmph. I was going to tell you how horny and helpless your big titties made you, but I don’t even think we need to have that conversation anymore, do we?

“Y-yes, no, I… I don’t know, I… ohhh, fuck. How, how are you–”

Turning you into a drooling idiot just by playing with your tits? Because they’re the only thing that really matters about you. Oh, you can try to play smart to other people, babe. You can be all ‘my eyes are up here’, you can dress in bulky shapeless sweaters, you can say whatever you want about being more than just a pair of big boobies. But when push comes to shove, when someone gets their hands on those huge honking udders of yours and starts teasing your nipples, well… all those brains leak right the fuck out onto your panties, don’t they? You don’t really want them, not nearly as much as you want me to grope your huge fucking melons.

“N-n-nnhhh, I… I… nnnnnhhhhh….”

Listen to you. You can’t even make the word ‘no’ leave your mouth when I’m milking your titties like this. Every time you try, your body reminds you how much pleasure you’re getting from my touch and turns that ‘no’ into another sexy moan for Mistress. Pretty soon you’re going to forget how language works completely, aren’t you, good girl? A sexy little cow like you doesn’t need anything more than a nice big moo when Mistress is making her udders tingle so good like that. Go on, sweetie, open that vacant little mouth and moo for me, okay?

“Mmmm… m-mmmmmm….”

Oh, it’s so cute that you think you’re going to fight me on this! Let’s not pretend, okay? Let’s not pretend you’re smart and strong and determined enough to resist my will. Give me a moo and slip away into that cow trance, and Mistress promises you so much pleasure….

“M-MOOOOOOO!”

Good cow. That’s a good cow for Mistress. Off with that shirt, sweetie pie, good cows don’t need clothing… there we go. Good cow.

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