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I just really want a nasty perverted boyfriend who'll use me as a fuckdoll whenever and wherever he wants

Pull my tit's out and play with them while we're out shopping, make me wear slutty easy access outfits so he can fuck me in an alley or have me bent over a park bench

I have to walk around while my pussy is stuffed with vibrator eggs and an anal plug in my ass and he controls the intensity of the vibrators but forces me keep my moans in

He'll fuck me in the car with me fully naked wether it's daytime or nighttime

He'd record every time we have the nastiest sex and make me watch it and masturbate to it while he's watching me get off to our porno

He'd fuck me with the multiple toys he has, make me take a fuck machine for however long he'd want, suction my pussy to make my clit super sensitive so he could torture it with a clit licking toy

I'd live out every fantasy he ever wishes for ☺️

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𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙 (>_<)

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"Your too young."

Oh no someone took my clothes🙏

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“it’s okay sweetie daddy’s got you you can cum i know it’s a lot be a good girl and cum for daddy okay?”

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She's a 10, but she gets wet when you tell her that you're proud of her.

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Someone make me look at them by choking meeee

forcing your legs open while wrapping my fingers closed on your delicate neck

don't you love when i fuck you silly while choking you my darling doll ?

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date idea: father-daughter bonding time

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What’s a girl to do

sensitive girls with unspeakable kinks

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every young girl deserves her older man

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Let The Void help you leak all your brains out as it guides you into mindless pleasure filled bliss. Once you get a taste you’ll never want to go back. So give in today and let yourself be claimed

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Hypno Toy. You never expected it to happen like this.

He’s sitting across from you on his bed, that stupid, lopsided grin on his face, dangling a cheap silver pocket watch in front of you. The chain sways lazily between his fingers, the rhythmic back-and-forth almost comical in its cliché.

"You’re getting sleeeeepy," he drawls, deepening his voice in an exaggerated imitation of some old-timey hypnotist.

You snort, rolling your eyes. "Oh yeah, totally. I’m just melting because you’re waving a five-dollar prop in my face."

He doesn’t stop, though. His grin just widens, as if trying to swallow you whole. "That’s right, keep staring at it. Deeper and deeper… feeling so good, so relaxed…"

You play along, sighing dramatically, letting your shoulders slump. "Ugh, fine. I am sooo under your spell. Whatever will you do with me now, oh mighty hypnotist?"

He chuckles, low and warm, and there's just something about the sound... "Hmm… all this power, maybe I should make you do something embarrassing. Something slutty."

You laugh, shaking your head. "Oh no, anything but that." You’re joking, and of course he’s joking too.

But then his voice drops, just a little, just enough. "That’s right… you want to take your clothes off for me. You want to get more comfortable…"

You open your mouth to fire back another sarcastic remark, but nothing comes out.

Something feels… fuzzy.

Your vision blurs at the edges, and the watch seems to glow, the silver catching the light in hypnotic little flashes. Your skin tingles, heat starting to build out from your core.

Wait.

Why does it feel so… warm?

Maybe you don’t need clothes after all…

"You’re doing so well," his voice is as smooth as honey. "So obedient… so eager to listen. You love how this feels. Love how nice it feels to just… let go."

You should say something. You should laugh it off, call him ridiculous, break the spell before—

Before what?

Before it works?

"That’s it," he coos, and the watch keeps swaying, swaying, pulling you deeper. "You don’t need to think. You just need to feel. And you feel how wet you are, don’t you?"

Oh.

Oh God.

You do.

A hot, slick ache pulses between your legs, so sudden and intense it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs. Your nipples tighten, your skin flushing with need.

No. No, this isn’t...this isn’t real. He’s just joking. You’re just playing along.

"You want me to touch you." You realize it’s not a question, it's an admission, plucked straight from your mind. "You need it. Need my hands on you, need my cock inside you…"

Your lips part on a shaky exhale, the last vestiges of petty resistance, but as it echos in your mind, you give in.

Yes.

You need his touch.

You need his cock.

You don’t know when you started nodding, but you are, your head bobbing in time with the watch, your body swaying forward like a flower tilting toward the sun.

His free hand brushes your knee, and you melt, a whimper slipping free.

"That’s my good girl," he whispers, and the praise sinks into your skin like a brand. "You’re mine now. My slutty little hypno toy."

His good girl.

His slutty hypno toy.

The watch disappears. His fingers tangle in your hair, tugging your head back, and then his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding, and you're gone.

You don’t remember moving, but suddenly you’re beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his hips grinding against yours in slow, filthy circles. You gasp, arching into him, your hands scrambling at his shirt.

"Please," you beg, and you don’t even know what you’re asking for — just that you need it.

He chuckles against your throat, teeth grazing your pulse. "I know, baby. I know."

Then his hand slips between your legs, fingers diving into your wetness, and you sob.

"Fuck, you’re dripping," he groans. "All for me. All because I told you to."

Dripping.

For him.

You don’t care how it happened. You don’t care that this shouldn’t be possible. All you care about is the way his fingers curl inside you, the way his thumb circles your clit, the way his voice wraps around your mind like a velvet chain.

"You’re never going to forget this," he promises, and you know it’s true. "Never going to forget how good it feels to be mine."

Never forget.

You’re his.

Then he’s pushing inside you, thick and perfect, and your vision whites out. His hips snap against yours, each thrust driving you higher, your nails raking down his back as you cling to him. You’re babbling, begging, words tumbling from your lips in a desperate, broken chant.

"More, more, more—"

His fingers are tightening in your hair. "Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock like the good little slut I turned you into."

Cum for him.

Cum on his cock.

Good sluts cum.

You shatter. Wave after wave of pleasure, your body clamping around him as you scream, your back bowing off the bed. He fucks you through it, his rhythm never faltering, his breath hot against your ear.

"That’s it. That’s my girl."

You don’t know how long it lasts. You don’t know anything except the way he feels inside you, the way his voice coils around your thoughts, the way your body obeys without question.

And as he finally spills into you, his groan muffled against your throat, you clutch him closer, legs locking around his hips. You clamp down, anchoring yourself to him, a silent vow passing from your body to his. In that moment, utterly intertwined, you know…

You're never letting go.

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I just turned 20!

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a thin body is the best accessory to every outfit.