you’re a sick, lil girl you know that? a filthy, depraved little thing. it’s disgusting to want the things you want, to rub yourself to such degrading , such perverted fantasies, and make a mess all over your hands.🔪🌹
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I love breaking a cute pet in, slowly trailing my nails over its soft skin, groping and pulling on their sensitive nipples, biting, bruising, marking up its neck— until they're just begging for me.
Letting them keep pathetically beg and whine for me to ruin them, until eventually I give in to their sweet pleas and shove my cock in the poor little desperate pup.
Come on sweetheart, take it like a good boy and let me break you in properly. Come on love, take my cum and be a good dumb little cockdrunk pup for me~
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Kazuki ''my husband says i'm not romantic'' Kurusu uwÓ
sorry,i saw a silly reference and i had to draw kazu with it ahshasuasa
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daddy putting me over his knees and spreading my cheeks to see my aching holes, poking around with his fingers while scolding me for being so drippy. explaining how little sluts like me get their holes punished and probed, spanked till they’re all red and weeping. then laughing at me when I get even wetter, promising he’s going to help me be better, a better whore
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he planted a fat load inside of me, but as he was pulling out, my pussy was still gripping him so tight that his cum was just gushing up around his cock like it was a stopper keeping me all plugged up… i literally watched it flood and spill out of me once he was all the way out, while he smiled and said “you made such a mess.”
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Dreaming of the day that I feel that cold metal against my throat.
In a sleek box, tied with ribbon. Heavy in the hand. Laid in velvety bed in its case. I had been eyeing the gift all morning and evening.
Smooth, expensive, elegant.
He gently brushes my hair aside. I hold it out of the way for him. I swear, there is a small smile on his lips that I cannot see as he steps close behind me.
The silver collar fits right into the curve of my delicate neck, locking into place.
"There we are. Well, aren't you even more perfect in it than I could have imagined."
A symbol of his ownership and adoration, of my submission and utter devotion. To be owned, cherished, cared for.
Meant just for me.
Made just for me.
Just as I was made, just for him.
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