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BOOTY APPRECIATION POST💦🍑

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Come stick it in me daddy😫💦

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Love my black panties daddy?🥺

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ON? OR. OFF?

Which one do you prefer daddy😌💦💦

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I need you here daddy 💦🍑😫

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I’m naked again for you daddy😝

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Daddy I want you to come join me in bed and fuck my big ass till you cum leaks from it I beg you to stop but you don’t you tell me to shut up and you continue fucking me amd humping hard on this ass😫

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Lazyyyyy hangover fit checkkk 😵‍💫

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Making plans to go out to the mall with you, letting you know that I’ll be at your place in ten minutes to pick you up. When I get there and knock on the door, however, you greet me in a crop top with your tits peeking out from underneath and a short skirt. You dismiss my surprise, telling me that it’s summer time and it’s just soooo hot outside, you don’t have anything better to wear to beat the heat. As you walk past me to my car though, you do catch a glimpse of the bulge in my pants, knowing my thoughts were immediately of dragging you into your house and tearing those slutty clothes off of you.

The drive to the mall was eventful as well, as I nearly rear ended a car multiple times because I kept glancing over at you bouncing in the passenger seat, singing along to the radio and squeezing your tits together with your elbows, acting completely innocent in your teasing of me.

When we get into the mall you basically spend the whole time draped over my arm, wrapping your arms around mine and pressing my hand in your cleavage, pretending like everything is completely normal as I start to lose my mind. We pass by a Victoria’s Secret and you grab my arm, dragging me over to the displays, talking about how you “have something like this, but wayy more revealing” before looking back up at me and watching my face turning red from imagining it.

We walk down a hallway of the mall, empty rooms dotting either wall, shops that moved out or have yet to even open up, so it’s all eerily quiet. Suddenly, you feel my hand slide across your back, gripping you tightly as I pull you into the bathroom at the end of the hall, shoving you into the stall and locking the door behind me. Before you have a chance to ask what the fuck I’m doing, my hand slips under your skirt and slides across your cunt. “You weren’t going to tell me that you didn’t wear panties, slut?” I ask, staring you straight into the eyes. You stare up at me, your face becoming flush as you sit back onto the toilet lid, your thighs pressing together, already slick from me sliding my fingers across your hole. “I-I must’ve forgotten them, you rush me-“ you begin to say, excusing yourself of blame, when I grab your top and pull it up, letting your tits fall out. “And no bra either, you must’ve been looking for a reason for this to happen to you, right?” I ask, grabbing the buckle of my belt and undoing it, letting it slide out of my belt loops. I grab your wrists and tighten it around them, leaving you unable to use your hands as I grab my pants, my hard cock throbbing in front of your face. “You’ve been teasing me all damn day, you little brat… now you need to face the consequences of doing that.” I say, grabbing a fistful of your hair and shoving your mouth onto my cock. You choke and drool over it, feeling it hit the back of your throat as I move your head back and forth, fucking that dolled up little face of yours for teasing me for so long. You move your hands to your needy cunt, fingering yourself as I use your mouth, sending reverberations down my shaft with every moan as your drool drips down onto your tits. You play with your nipples, trying hard to not pass out from how rough I’m being, looking up at me with tears in your eyes, stinging from your makeup smearing down your face. “You’ve got such a perfect little throat to fuck, baby, I should’ve just done this sooner, it would’ve saved us a lot of trouble, and I could’ve actually gotten some shopping done.” I moan, lamenting the clothes I passed up because you were too busy doing all but grinding on my leg like the needy whore you are.

I pull my cock out of your throat and smack it against your face, watching you pant, spit bubbles slipping down the corners of your lips as your fingers make a mess out of your pussy. I pick you up and turn you around, flipping the skirt up and seeing the buttplug you put in for me, before sliding my cock along the folds of your pussy, then shoving it all the way in as I rail you mercilessly, gripping your hips hard enough to hurt so so good. You bite your lip, stifling moans and screams as I rail you, realizing that this was all your fault, that I’m going to fill your empty little cunt with as many loads of cum as I can, before making you finish shopping with me as my love drips down your thighs.

If you make a mess on my car seats on the way home, you know you’re going to get punished again.

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honey are you ok? you haven’t even tried to rape my ass today :(

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Punished in Plaid. The classroom was quiet, save for the faint scratch of pencils and the occasional rustle of paper. You sat at the front, your heart racing, acutely aware of how your tiny plaid skirt barely covered your lower half. It was a deliberate choice — a tease, a rebellion — and you knew it wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Mr. B, your history teacher, stood at the chalkboard, his broad shoulders filling out his button down shirt, his eyes lingering on you every so often. He was young for a teacher, early-thirties, with a commanding presence that made your stomach flutter. You shifted in your seat, letting your skirt ride up another fraction, just enough to catch his gaze.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, but as the other students began to pack up, Mr. B’s voice cut through the noise. “Everyone, stay seated. Except you. Up here. Now.”

Whispers rippled through the room, heads turning toward you. You swallowed, anticipation mixing with nervous excitement, and stood, smoothing your skirt, though it did little to cover the tops of your thighs. You walked to the front, feeling the weight of every stare.

Mr. B leaned against his desk, arms crossed, his expression stern but laced with anger. “Care to explain this?” he asked, gesturing at your outfit.

You bit your lip, feigning innocence. “What’s wrong with it, sir?”

His jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, towering over you. “This skirt,” he said, building up steam, “is a class distraction. It’s inappropriate. Look at it, we can see practically everything without even trying.”

A few students snickered, and you heard a whisper from the back, “What a slut. She’s just begging for attention.”

Your cheeks flushed, but the heat wasn’t from shame. It was something else, something that made your core clench as Mr. B’s eyes roamed over you. “I’m sorry, sir,” you murmured, lowering your gaze.

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” he said, circling you like a predator. “You know the rules. If you want to dress like this, you deal with the consequences.” He stopped behind you, his breath warm against your neck. “Bend over the desk. Now.”

A collective gasp went up from the class, followed by more whispers. “Oh my god, she’s actually doing it,” someone muttered. “Bet she loves this,” another voice chimed in.

You hesitated for only a moment, then obeyed, leaning forward to rest your palms on the cool wood of Mr. B’s desk. Your skirt rode up as you bent, exposing the curve of your ass, barely covered by a thin strip of lace. The room buzzed, and you could feel every pair of eyes on you, the weight of their judgment only fueling the fire in your belly.

Mr. B’s hand grazed your thigh, and you shivered. “Look at this,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “It barely qualifies as clothing. You should be ashamed!”

“I am,” you whispered, but your voice was breathy, betraying the lie. Your thighs pressed together, desperate for friction, as his hand lingered just inches from where you wanted it most.

“Lying only makes it worse.” Without warning, his palm cracked against your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp. The sound echoed in the room, drawing giggles from the crowd. “She’s moaning already. What a whore!”

Another spank followed, harder this time, and you bit your lip to stifle a cry. The pain melted into pleasure, your body trembling as Mr. B’s hand soothed the stinging skin. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled, leaning close so only you could hear. “Dressing like a little tease, knowing exactly what it does to me.”

“Yes, sir,” you admitted, too far gone to care who heard. Your pussy throbbed, wet and aching, and you arched your back begging for more punishment.

He didn’t make you wait. His fingers hooked into your panties, tugging them down to your knees, leaving you exposed. The class erupted in more whispers, and you caught fragments, “Look at her, she’s soaked,” “Bet she planned this.” “It can’t feel that good. She’s just faking it for attention.”

Mr. B was starting to enjoy the spectacle, recognizing this as a teaching moment. You heard the rustle of his belt, the soft thud of fabric hitting the floor, and then the blunt head of his cock pressed against your entrance. “This is what happens if you walk around dressed like a slut!” he yelled, making an example out of you. “Is that what you want?”

You moaned, loud and unrestrained, as he filled you, stretching you in a way that made your toes curl. The desk creaked under your weight as he thrust deeper, his hands gripping your hips. “Fuck,” you gasped, unable to hold back, the pleasure overwhelming.

“Language,” he reprimanded, punctuating it with another spank. He set a brutal pace, each thrust driving you harder against the desk. The class was a blur of voices now, their words blending into a chorus of mockery and fascination. “She’s such a slut!” “Listen to her, she’s moaning like a porn star!” “Bet she’s been dreaming about this all semester!”

Their taunts only made you wetter, the humiliation twisting into something deliciously depraved. You pushed back against Mr. B, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more. “Please,” you whimpered, “I haven’t learned my lesson yet.”

He obliged, his cock slamming into you with punishing force, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. “I know, you’re a bad girl,” he growled, one hand sliding up to grip your hair, pulling your head back. “Coming to my class dressed like this, begging to be fucked.”

“Yes,” you cried, your voice breaking as an orgasm built, coiling tight in your core. “I’m sorry, sir, I’m so sorry…”

“No, you’re not,” he said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “But you will be.”

The words pushed you over the edge. You came with a scream, your pussy clenching around him. The class jeered, their voices a distant hum as you trembled, lost in it.

Mr. B didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, until his own breathing grew ragged. He grunted, and with one final thrust, he buried himself deep, spilling inside you. The warmth of his cum made you shudder, a second, smaller orgasm rippling through you as he held you in place.

For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound your panting breaths. Then Mr. B pulled out, leaving you empty and dripping. He stepped back, adjusting his clothes with a calm that belied what had just happened. “Get up,” he said, his tone brisk. “You’re going to the principal’s office. Go get changed into something that doesn’t scream ‘fuck me’ to everyone in the room.”

You stood on shaky legs, pulling your panties back up, feeling his cum slick between your thighs. The class watched, their eyes gleaming with a mix of scorn and envy. “Hope you learned your lesson, slut,” one called as you grabbed your bag, your cheeks burning, but your body still humming with aftershocks.

Mr. B handed you a hall pass, “don’t let me catch you in that skirt again,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Then, quieter, just for you: “Unless you want a repeat performance.”

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Church during the dayyy party during the nightttt 🪩🍻

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gently dumbing her down one orgasm after another, helping her cum her brains out

"there you go, darling doll. just let it happen. let yourself melt for me."

again. and again. and again

each orgasm pulling you deeper, making you softer, making you sweeter. thoughts slipping away, replaced with nothing but pleasure, nothing but me

let me use you, let me ruin you until words don’t make sense and all you can do is whimper and beg for more

i'll fuck those thoughts out of your pretty little head one by one

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Force me on my knees and shove your fat cock down my throats. Make me gag and drool all over you as you fuck my face and then degrade me when I swallow your cum like the good slut I am <3

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I absolutely need to be groped in public in the tiniest clothes I own! After all, what's the point of looking so cute if no one takes advantage of me?

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"Tits" showing us what a nice obedient and dumb pet she is, just look at her, shaking her tits and ass for some male attention, let's make her parents feel proud of their pretty fucktoy.

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Making dinner with you, except there’s a large dildo suction cupped on the island in the middle of the kitchen, and you’re sat all the way down on it while watching me prep, wearing nothing but an apron, hungrily eyeing the bulge in my pants every time I go past, cutting up veggies and adding them to the sizzling pan, completely ignoring your helplessness while I make something for us to eat.

You squirm on the shaft of the toy, wanting so badly to pounce on me, but before you can I turn to grab the apron and pull you down to eye level, reminding you that you wanted to help in the kitchen, and this is how you’re able to. If you want something nice and hard in your mouth for dessert, you need to sit down and grind more like a good little sous chef.