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Butch arms and hands. You agree.

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kim is in love

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i always thought you looked pretty in your dresses and blouses. Makeup always done nicely in the morning, coordinated accessories. Very put together. I could tell it took a lot of work to doll yourself up like that, and I tell you often. You’re a pretty thing. Doesn’t that take a lot of energy, getting all dressed up every day? I could never do that.

One night, we’re getting stoned in my apartment. You’ve never smoked— you hold back your long hair as you suck on the joint, taking a tiny hit before coughing and sputtering. I laugh and pat you on the back. Is this your first time? Don't worry, it'll be good. Pull your hair up, back in a ponytail if you’re so worried. Aw, you look so good with your hair all short. It would be easier to take care of if it was shorter, you know. Things start getting fuzzy, and you nod. That sounds like a good idea.

You're getting more and more high- I hold the joint up to your lips and you lake a hit every time. That dress you've got on feels scratchy, uncomfortable; you're shifting your legs, unable to cross your ankles naturally. What are you doing? You can relax. It's just the two of us. I take off my hoodie and let you wear it, here, take off that girly shit and put this on. Soft, smells like me, like weed and the scent of my body. And spread your legs out when you sit. Slouch and merge with the couch. There you go. Doesn't that feel nice? Shit, you almost look like me when you do that. I press the filter to your mouth again and you inhale obediently.

Your voice gets huskier the more you smoke, words slurring, no intonation or articulation. Your movements are slow, no longer like the graceful doll you were before. Lazy and unrefined, face wiped free of foundation and mascara, eyes hooded, head lolling on your neck. It's comfortable with my arm slung around you. I've clipped your hair when you're too high to fight back, and you don't complain. Everything just feels lighter when you're a guy. We smoke, and watch shitty movies, and I stroke your cock under your panties- the last evidence left behind of what you once were. You're a fag now.

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Fucking you till your brain turns to mush, till your in that place where all you can feel is pleasure. Where It feels so good you think you’re going crazy, you can’t even hear how loud your being. Just blissed out being pulled back onto my dick while your mouth hangs open and your soundlessly screaming except for a few pathetic “uh uh uh”s. You can’t even hear me talking to you it feels so good. I’m telling you how wet you are inside but you’re just so gone. You feel like you can taste me in your mouth and feel me deep in your throat. You don’t know how long it takes you to cum but when you do your hips just keep kicking with the force of it like your body is possessed with pleasure.

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it doesn’t suit you well anyways.

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7/11

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can i put my cig out on you? <3

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can we pretty please with a cherry on top get gentle griddlehark sex 🥺🥺🥺🥺

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