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"you're mean🥺" and you're so wet 🥺

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lesbian breeding,,,, lesbian mating press,,,,,, lesbian babymaking,,,,,,,,, lesbian pregnancy,,,,,,,,,,,,,

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hey can you stop placing your palm on my abdomen over the location of my womb and salivating and letting your eyes glaze over with possessive ill intent when i'm talking to you

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my tits are soft and fun to grab. if you even care. or want to see for yourself.

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she’s got me face down, ass up, wrist pinned to my lower back while she fucks me open with her butch cock like she owns me because she does. I’m dripping, ruined, begging for more, but all she does is laugh ‘you take what I give you princess’ her voice is deep, rough, possessive. she spits on me, slaps my ass, drags her teeth over my skin before sinking even deeper, stretching me wide, making me scream for her. I’m shaking, fucked dumb, soaked down my thighs and she’s still not done. not until I’m completely broken for her and full of her girl cum

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Wearing body hugging tops that show my soft belly and cute breasts to bed should be a nice little yes signal for you to ruin me all you need!

No men. This is about lesbian sex.

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What the fuck you mean its dropping with Rite Of Spring

ANYWAY YAAAYYYY PANTY AND STOCKING SEASON 2 YAAAYYY

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🌊 ꩜ .ᐟ your beloved who after having a first intimate session with you - can't help themselves but being a little bit obsessed, they never been like this (whether they have past lovers or not), but when they're with you, it feels like something new just born inside them.

They're touchy, very touchy, touching your face, grabbing your hand, grabbing your hips, grabbing your ass, kissing your skin, kissing your lips a lot more longer — maybe even deepen the kiss to hear your little whines. biting your skin, marking you up, leaving lovebites all across your skin.

Something about you makes them obsessed, and honestly? they love the changes, they love to be the one that makes you whine and whimper, to make you moan, dear love fuck— they shouldn't be so turned up hearing you repeating their name like prayer as they got their way on you, but it does, it does so badly. Please, please repeat their name on your pretty lips, please? for them, love.

Maybe they can be a little over the board and gets way too excited to you, but you don't mind, no? they absolutely adore you, and to finally be with you intimately make them discovered so many things about themselves. Thanks to you dearly of course. <3

—.✦︎ Do Not Interact ; pr0ship + minors

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Dom not going to the gym for the aesthetic, but so that they can lift up and throw their chubby sub onto their bed and make their sub feel like they weigh nothing! Their dom can easily throw their sub over their shoulder and love to see the blush on their subs face because chubby subs deserve to be manhandled and treated like pretty little rag dolls!

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Beautiful lesbian flag spread....

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ANYWAY YAAAYYYY PANTY AND STOCKING SEASON 2 YAAAYYY

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Nobody Saw Me Come In.

Writing sesbian lex instead of jorking it at 2 am. Hello... Also obsessed AGAIN with the environmental storytelling of Alibi which will be referenced all over this fic.

The moon over Woodbrook shone like the lamp on a surgical table. The absence of the clouds that danced through the late summer air revealed all secrets of the town's crevices. It shone like a spotlight following an aged truck to the end of town where no one goes. The diver had rolled down her window, immersing herself in the warmth of June's evening; She savors the delicacy of secrecy and unpredictability.

Although she had calculated this randezvous, arranged all the perfect ways she could just slip into that building again, there's an encroaching dread that may not bite her tonight, it may never bite her at all through these spontaneous attempts, but it still creeps, waiting, waiting, waiting.

Like the maiden of Capulet, her host leaves a lamp open. It's warmth radiates into the color of a sweet tangerine. Ursa squints-- her eyes begin to fail with age-- for the signal and grins. She twirls a key between her index and middle finger. Stepping lightly in the dark, the houseguest crawls through the stairs until she sees light.

Everybody knows or at least got the hint. It's evident at least they only had eyes for one another. They come in pairs or at least after the other: the rainbow after a thunderstorm, the aftershock of an earthquake. Even if all her neighbors were to press their ears to their doors or feel the vibrations of the drywall, they would still leave it as an open secret. The great taboo no one dares approach. Still she worries if they all could hear the twist of the key or how her claws scrape the knob ever so slightly.

But when she's on the other side of that door, they both cross into a happy land. Twin eyes meet from across the room, but they smile so shyly that a grin might sound like a baboon's call. Juliet switches the tangerine off and sits on a plush couch preparing her posture for her partner's force. To her surprise (and heated agony), it starts with a conversation.

"Hi, Julianne."

"Hi"

"Nobody saw me come in."

"Nobody?"

"Yes. I locked the front door so the landlady won't suspect a thing tomorrow."

The cat's legs quickly spread open when her greater half pushes a leg against her crotch.

"Did you close the window?"

Julianne nods. She feels the June evening on her skin when a pair of larger hands glide under her shirt and carress her torso. The padding of the bear's paws and thick fur is a new sensation, a little detail her mind keeps score on, each new display of affection and hunger would be worth begging for in the future. They discovered as they went, playing innocently without a script or a goal, just fueled by the excitement and their shame.

But why would it be wrong? Why would it have an element of shame if they held out this conversation for too long? Their first time was an accident on a whim, just the perfect time and the perfect place to be smothered in pleasure. But after feeling the distance after the disconnect, all kinds of worry plague their bodies. They both worry that they don't deserve the other. One of them is objectively correct.

One of them is obviously hungrier. She bites her beloved's cream-white fur, hard but not too harsh to break skin. This was as close she could get to taste of her innocence and joy. The flavor of her radiance. Her other hands work overtime squeezing, groping, milking her breasts for any nectar it could produce. She won't confess to it now but imagination bugs rationale.

"You're a lot rounder than I remembered"

Tracing the outline of her lips.

Watching the fabric dampen with every flicker. Her sweet spot buzzes every time her hand slaps it lightly. Kissing her through the thin viel. She pulls her panties to the side before resting Julianne's legs over her shoulders leaving the feline hanging on to a throwpillow. The moon's light watches them through the curtains. Its soft shine accentuate her plumpy features.

"Do you remember how it felt?"

Julianne didn't reply. She just whined pathetically. Of course she did. She tries to remember, but every time it comes close to the flesh, it releases, and it fades. Overriden with a new feeling of bliss. Why should she ponder so hard about what could be felt like the wind two, three weeks ago?

Shared hedonism looms present around them. It drapes over them, keeping them warm, keeping them happy, always dictating their excitement. Their..joy.

She follows her into the bed and they begin to remember. There it is. Now they could vividly feel it. See it.

Julianne's claws dig into her pillows when the pace starts to vibrate her. She tries to smile in the middle of her labored breaths. Ursa thought of something else. It wouldn't hurt to try, would it? This pooling in her stomach, a limit she could reach, it was within grasp soon enough, close enough. Then their foreheads grind against each other, sharing that bumpy friction, embracing and praying to one another just how beautiful this all feels. For as intrusive as the moon was tonight, it shone on them, it shone on their neediness, and revealed their secrets.

It didn't feel like this before.

It felt sweeter now. Warmer. Hotter. Denser.

When she kissed her lover to keep her quiet, she thrusted inwards a single, powerful, final time and it wound down in the form of a gentle stream. Filling her womb with the same embrace they shared at the beginning of the evening.

They turned on a fan.

"Nobody saw me come in."

"I'm sure nobody did."

The moon over Woodbrook was huge and white.

"Maybe tomorrow it rains."

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Is that a hard penis in your pants or is it something different than that? Also: do you hate me?

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taboo kinks like pedophilia/rape/incest are not innate to transfemininity or to queerness or to autism and this current wave of attempts to naturalize them as such is alarming and suspicious

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danger