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Hello goddess, i'm currently masturbating to your blog and posts just thought i'd inform you of my tribute to you since i thought you'd enjoy it

There's a good little worshipper~

Indulge in every want and whim, sink deep into your perversion for me. Lust and debauchery are holy; and you should exalt in them to worship your Mother Goddess~

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Alyx getting tentacled silly. :P Alyx belongs to @hexibite!

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Defining tumblr girls on one sentences: Set of wet holes, who squirt through their pants while scrolling through degrading things. Oh! did I exactly define what you are doing right now?

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When you're done with me, I want to look like this 🥵💦

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well, i-

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To feel a large dogs front legs wrap tightly, possessively, around my waist as I’m naked beneath him on all fours like a bitch in heat. His bitch in heat.

His red hot cock poking and prodding before finally catching hold of my entrance. His legs tighten around me, pulling me aggressively towards him as he rams inside of me. I try to crawl away but someone pushes my head into the ground. The huge dog pounding furiously away, the pointed tip kisses my cervix.

I panic and writhe beneath the powerful animal as I feel his knot start to swell, he becomes more aggressive, forcing the swelling knot inside, locking us together. I feel his hot cum in my womb and sigh in relief but quickly gasp and yelp in pain as the dog drags me along, still stuck together.

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thinking about casual masturbation..... hanging out with your friends in just your underwear....... casually stroking yourself while talking to them......... getting close to cumming and turning to the person next to you to cum in/on them.......... going up to someone and helping them fuck themselves........ mutual masturbation............. the possibilities are endless

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little sister that’s an easy target 🥰

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Daughter who is too embarrassed to fuck Mom at first, so Mom makes her watch porn while Mom sucks her off until she gets more comfortable with it... 🩷

understanding that it’s a little embarassing to fuck mom so i’ve come up with another plan…sitting down next to you and having you pull up the porn you like on the computer, stroking your thigh as the video starts…asking you innocent sounding questions about it, what you like about it. i promised I wouldn’t touch you at first - you’d just touch yourself while i’m sitting there, just to get you used to me being there - but i just can’t help myself. all the while my hand is sliding higher and higher until finally it closes around your half-hard cock. you try to look away at this point but I remind you to keep your eyes on the screen, honey, just focus on the video, don’t worry about what mommy’s doing…flipping up your skirt and pulling down your underwear so I can start to stroke you properly.

when you’re nice and hard I kneel down between your legs, and the sudden movement makes you squirm, but I just hold your legs down and keep reassuring you: don’t worry, sweetie, just let mom take care of you. stop fighting. everything’s gonna be fine. your eyes drift back to the video and I see your dick twitch in response - I take this as my cue to start lazily licking up the length of your cock, sucking on your tip while I fist the base. your hips roll a little and I smile - there you go, honey, there you go. just fuck up into mom. soon enough you’re shoving your cock down my throat, hand on the back of my head. the video is long forgotten - all you need is mommy and her nice, wet, warm mouth.

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it's the stalker.

he was entranced.

by you.

the way your breasts moved freely under your shirt as you fumbled with your curtains after experiencing a brief moment of eye contact. It was heaven. he felt like he died ascended and descended all in a matter of seconds. he couldn't ask for more in the moment. seeing your irises widen then focus on his distant figure, in a split of fear.

but you.

you were alarmed. alarmed by the staring of a random man. you hastily undid your curtains and shut them as fast as you could. quickly your body took you to your door and make sure you locked it. you took a much needed breath but that didn't stop your chest from violently moving up and down. your heart pounding in your ears as you leaned against the door briefly before leaving to go back to what you were previously doing.

you thought that eye contact was bad. but it got worse. you didn't think when bags and bags of things kept showing up to your door. at first small packages that you mindlessly brought inside your home, then, undisguised bags of luxury items and items you wanted but wouldn't buy just as yet. you were warned not to open them but you couldn't help but peek.

and they were real. actual items in the bags and you had to check. something in you told you that this couldn't be real. but it surely was.

you still didn't open or wear a thing. it infuriated him. he didn't buy you these things for them to collect dust. but, besides this, he needs to see you. he's aching for you. so he does.

there you were obliviously window shopping because he knows you're too goddamn responsible to buy the things you want. he watched as you paced up and down the isle. analyzing the clothing and silently cursing to yourself when you check the tag. it made his chest rumble from a quiet chuckle. those leggings you wore hugged your body and infatuated your hips to give you a delicious figure.

oh

you bent over to pick up a shirt you knocked it off the hanger and he got the perfect view of your ass. the movement itself was quick and ridded with embarrassment from making something fall. but it still made his trousers annoyingly tight as he gazed at you.

he couldn't hold himself back anymore. he walked into the store. knowing exactly where you were as he walked in nonchalantly. he seemed confident to anyone around, but inside, he was just trembling. he was turning into where you clearly were but you were leaving at the same time, your shoulder nearly brushed against his as you pasted each other. he could feel the heat of your body past him and he could smell the sweet scent of vanilla coming off your person and he nearly rolled his eyes back.

you were too much for his own good.

and just like that you walked out the door like he was nobody. but he knew you felt it, felt that spark when you glided by one another. it was an electric surge and he couldn't rid it from his body. this lead him to pick up everything that caught your eye in the store and buy it.

he was an irresponsible child when it came to you and materialistic things, but he could care less. money comes and goes, he thought. and you are one in a lifetime for him.

he was nervous around you, popping up at places you least expected it and getting ignored by you only fueled his efforts. and he benefited from it. he talked to you.

he talked to you.

it was brief, like every other interaction you had, but it was an everlasting moment in his mind. you bumped into him this time. oh, how much joy he felt when your warm body clashed with his. it even took you a second longer to detach from him than it would a normal person. you were all over him and he knew it.

you politely said excuse me and stared into his eyes. he couldn't even blink, afraid he would miss a single moment in your presence. he imagined you looking back at him when you walked away and even fantasized that there was a smile on your face but who could even be so sure?

him?

not when he was laying down and imagining you were watching him, just as he was stalking watching you. one hand slithering under his boxers to palm himself while the other held his chest. right where you bumped into him. he contemplated never taking off the sweater, let alone washing it. but that had no space in his mind now. it was too busy thinking of you and your alluring scent.

stroking himself to you alone, he could imagine your warmth against him. your mouth, your tits and of course that hole. any one he wanted. because he knew what he meant to you. he was your prize, just as you were his. he had to work for you and you had to work for him. if that means he has to spend nights just aching and pleading for you, then so be it. he needs you. he needs you so bad it can kill him.

and when the time is right, he will come and see you.

he will break those pathetic petty locks of yours and enter your room. he will peel back those layers of sheets you use to cover that lovely body, and his fingers will run down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. he will hook his fingers on your skimpy underwear and pull them down to your ankles.

and he will fuck you.

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a/n: inspired by a dream and no. I cannot elaborate.

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