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actually i'd give great thighjobs. my thighs are very soft and warm. but they're also very hairy so they might give you carpet burn or something. talk about a thrill
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Oooh, noooo! Tboy! Don't go into that cave full of tentacle monsters! It's mating season! They're gonna stuff your cunt and ass full of eggs! They're gonna make your tits nice and fat with milk! You'll be turned into nothing but a broodmare! Constantly popping out eggs as you cum over and over! Tboy, noooooo!
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muttering "bet your dick doesn't even work" to your drunken deadbeat dad back from the bar - only for him to throw you over the couch and show you just how well it does as he rapes you senseless
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I need a son to let my frustrations out on. A sweet boy that just wants to please his dad. Even when I'm fucking him rough while his mother sleeps in the next room and all he can do is put a stuffie to his face and cry. I need a kiddo who I could take out to the park or a restaurant in skimpy clothes and then pound him hard in the car or the bathroom because other men were looking at my boy. I need a son that I can use as my personal cumdump. I need a son that wants me to give him a baby brother.
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you okay bro? youve been staring for like, 20 minutes

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Whiney sad pathetic dads
Pathetic dads who thrust sloppily inside their sons talking about “you’re not gonna leave me, right kid?” “It’s you n me forever…” “you’re all I have…you’re the only good thing in my life..” “fuck kiddo, I know I’m a horrible father I’m so sorry..” “you deserve better, baby.” “Just stay still, daddy’s almost done I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…” “I love you so much please don’t leave me…”
Bonus points if he’s wastedddd
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back on my cowboy centaur bullshit.
a centaur who works on a ranch, keeping the cows in line and fixing fences. he's the one they call to help make sure a calf is born safely. his hands are tough and calloused, his skin tanned from the sun. he works hard, but on his days off, he's focused only on you.
you climb onto his back and go on a long ride into the hills, through dense forests where you can spot deer through the trees. the two of you hike for hours until you reach your favorite place: the meadow at the top of a broad hill. this time of year, wildflowers are blooming, and you slide off his back to land on your boots.
your centaur takes off his hat and sets it down in the soft grass, so you can see his shining hair. here, there's one lone tree where the two of you have built a swing, just the right height for you to lie on it while he gets on top of you.
he cages you in with four legs, trapping you underneath him. you glide along his underside until you reach his cock, which is long, so long, and impossibly thick. but you've worked hard to learn how to take it, and so when you position him between your thighs, he glides in easily.
darlin', your centaur moans, his legs shivering as he fills you up. he knows not to push in all the way in because he's too much. but just this taste of you, halfway sheathed in you, is almost enough to make him explode.
he rocks his hips, loving you slowly, the swing moving in time with his thrusts. you're surrounded by him and his big, dapple-gray belly, whining and crying out with every pump of his huge haunches.
when you cum, tightening so sweetly, he can't help himself. he releases with a guttural groan, filling you so full that it spills out everywhere. he stands, panting, until the two of you disentangle, and then he kneels in the flowers to kiss your lips.
once you're cleaned up, you climb onto his back to return to the ranch as the sun sets behind the distant peaks.
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werewolf mate who likes to fuck you boneless. one of his favorite activities is, when he's already knotted you and filled you up once, he starts moving again inside you. as the swelling goes down, he thrusts his knot in and out, until you're falling onto your face on the bed and rocking in time with the snap of his huge, furry hips. he growls as he swells up again, but he's going to force another climax out of you before he knots you a second time. and then a third. until all you can do is whine and whimper as he uses you into a puddle.
then he curls around you all night like a big, furry blanket.
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Boys are cutest when theyre
- Scared
- Suffering
- In misery or pain
- Conflicted about their values
- Guilty and tormented
- Delighting in the grotesque
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dad taught me my inside voice means no screaming and squealing when he does stuff to me any more
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