Don't let yourself be fooled: a proper woman's place is on her knees 💖

I pull you close and kiss your neck. First it's just soft kisses, but soon my teeth mark your smooth skin.

You don't want to have sex, but I don't care. I use your own body against you, letting my hands roam and caress you gently. I know how much you like being appreciated and wanted.

Your breath quickens slightly because of what I do, but you still want to fight. You move your hands to cover your weak spots and tell me to stop, but I really don't care.

Instead, in between whispering sweet little nothings into your ear, I lick your lobe and give it a slight tug with my lips.

You can't help yourself and moan, letting your guard a little. But that's enough for me. Now I got a hand on your breast, and it makes you feel violated. You can feel your pussy getting a bit wet.

Deciding to continue to struggle, you try to break free. My hand brushes your nipple, and you can't help but notice the feel of my erection on your ass. Another moan escapes your lips and I know you're already mine.

This time I don't use the opportunity. You regain composure and cover yourself back with your hands, but I just forcefully move one of them away. We both knew you couldn't stop me, but when I run a finger against your still clothed pussy, the fabric is already wet with your juices.

You make a last attempt to stop me, but I can sense there's no heart in your struggling. You know I can do what I want with you, and that's what makes it all hot.

I tell you to spread your legs, and the heat gets to your head - before you have a chance to think, you already obey my order.

I pull you close and kiss your neck. First it's just soft kisses, but soon my teeth mark your smooth skin.

You don't want to have sex, but I don't care. I use your own body against you, letting my hands roam and caress you gently. I know how much you like being appreciated and wanted.

Your breath quickens slightly because of what I do, but you still want to fight. You move your hands to cover your weak spots and tell me to stop, but I really don't care.

Instead, in between whispering sweet little nothings into your ear, I lick your lobe and give it a slight tug with my lips.

You can't help yourself and moan, letting your guard a little. But that's enough for me. Now I got a hand on your breast, and it makes you feel violated. You can feel your pussy getting a bit wet.

Deciding to continue to struggle, you try to break free. My hand brushes your nipple, and you can't help but notice the feel of my erection on your ass. Another moan escapes your lips and I know you're already mine.

This time I don't use the opportunity. You regain composure and cover yourself back with your hands, but I just forcefully move one of them away. We both knew you couldn't stop me, but when I run a finger against your still clothed pussy, the fabric is already wet with your juices.

You make a last attempt to stop me, but I can sense there's no heart in your struggling. You know I can do what I want with you, and that's what makes it all hot.

I tell you to spread your legs, and the heat gets to your head - before you have a chance to think, you already obey my order.

Comment Which 3 You Would Take And Why.

I know which 3 I would force you all to take.

8, 5, 6

5: I love this idea, it would make me desperate and willing to do anything, and suffer any humiliation, in order to get my fix.

7: This would be torture, constantly horny, constantly looking to cum, but never quite being able to. It would also make me super easy to control

6: but fucked very deep in order to get close to orgasm and think I might have one, because if I've taken 7 I will never quite get there

I would be so good if I took these three lol

god i need my tits played with so badly. to feel my nipples pinched, kneaded, and sucked until i feel em grow hard and wet in someone’s mouth. i’d treat em like they were giving me head, holding their head down for a few seconds before pulling it back to see that dazed look, all while cooing in their ear about how good they’re taking me, how they make mommy feel good every time their tongue rolls and flicks over my nipple and their teeth graze against it as they suck. i could probably come close to cumming from that alone.

Who said romance is dead

Objectification, Degradation, Ownership and Praise - A Guide

Objectification -> You are a hole to fuck

Degradation -> Your holes are worthless and filthy

Ownership -> Your holes belong to me

Praise -> Your holes feel so good

Objectification and praise -> You are such a good fuck toy

Objectification and Degradation -> You are a worthless fuck hole

Objectification and ownership -> You are my personal fuck toy

Degradation and ownership -> You are mine to destroy. I will ruin you.

Degradation and praise -> You are such a pretty little cum slut

Ownership and praise -> You are my favorite- I love owning you

Objectification, Degradation and Praise -> You are the best little cum hole

Objectification, Degradation, praise and Ownership -> You are my favorite cum filled hole to fuck.

Reblog with your favorite combination or add your own!

All of these are amazing

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Me next plsplspls

DATE IDEA

You take your hot, bicurious friend out for brunch. After three hours of getting drunk and making out, you bring her home to me.

You end up smothering her with your pussy, holding her legs apart while I plough into her sopping wet hole and you squirt on her face.

"Did I bring you a good toy, Daddy?" You ask hopefully.

"Yes baby" I reply, "You did so good I'll let you eat my cum out of her later."

You smile the sweetest smile before spitting on your friend's clit.

Yes, I love older dads, but pervy moms are underrepresented, moms who will show you how to please your first cock, moms who teach you how to serve men and be a misogyny slut, moms who turn a blind eye to their daughters getting raped and molested, moms that buy you slutty clothes to be a porn whore in, moms that teach you how to play with your cunnie, moms that let men older then them use you, moms that show you how to degrade yourself for men's entertainment, God I need an older mommy gf 🩷

God, I need someone to worship my cock.

I need to slap your face with it, lay it on your forehead, make you breathe me in. I need to grind into your skull, not granting you the satisfaction of having my perfect cock in your mouth, but grinding on you the way you grind on a pillow.

I need to see the pathetic look in your eyes when you see it. I need to see the lust, the desire, the slight shock and disbelief that yes, it really is as thick as your wrist.

I need to twine my fingers in your hair, close my eyes, and luxuriate while you worship every inch, kissing, licking, and sucking like I'm the last thing you'll ever taste.

I need to feel your desperation. I need to feel you adore me. I need to feel you debase yourself willingly for me, feel your hands on my cock, hear your moans as you bring me closer and closer to cumming.

Because you'd do it, wouldn't you? You "want" to be needed like you "want" to breathe air. I need you. I need your devotion, your worship, your hands and your tongue and your lips on me, and I need you to swallow every last drop from me - a gift from your god.

Coming home from the gym, I'm always horny. I don't know why, but even if I try to just relax, I always end up throbbing hard.

Luckily, you're here waiting for me. Pushing you against the wall, your hands hungrily find my bulge as I nip at your lips, your neck, your collar. You drop to your knees, peeling my sweatpants and underwear off of me, and you take a deep whiff of me, the sweat almost overwhelming. I slap your face with my cock, the weight of it knocking your head to the side, a trail of precum sticking to your cheek.

Groaning, I grind into your face, and like some fucking mutt you press your nose into me and breathe in, filling your lungs with me. Your hands rest on my powerful, muscular thighs, and you hump into the empty air between my feet, relishing in the weight and warmth of me on your face, the deep, animal noises from above, the way my hands grip at your hair, close to your skull, roughly pulling you into me.

I pull back and drag the tip around your open lips, leaving a salty trail of precum. You look me straight in the eyes as you lick your lips and swallow, batting your eyes up at me.

"Fuuuuck," I moan, and slowly bring one hand around the back of your head. "Open your fucking mouth, you little slut."

You barely have time to prepare yourself before I thrust forward, slamming past your lips, heavy, hot, salty on your tongue, grinding past your teeth, but there's no stopping me now. Your head is knocked back against the wall as you brace yourself on my thighs, and you close your eyes and try to swallow it all.

You can't, of course, but we both knew that already. I hear you, feel you gag on me, your body resisting my sheer size, but you were never strong enough to put up a fight against me. All you can do is open wide and try to keep your teeth out of the way. Leaving one hand on me, feeling the muscles in my thighs, you bring the other between your legs, shoving it down your pants to desperately, desperately play with yourself.

I twine one of my hands in your hair, strong fingers pulling sharply as I shake your doll head a little, grinding my waist into you, smothering you, pressing against your nose - if your throat wasn't filled with me, I'd be able to hear you moaning.

I pull out for a moment, letting you catch your breath. I stroke myself slowly, and the motion of the tip before your eyes is almost hypnotizing. You reach one hand up to feel the weight and warmth of my balls, and throw yourself back onto me, slamming down as many thick, throbbing, veiny inches of me as you can. I moan above you, working into your motion as I pull more tightly on your hair. A twinge of real pain sends a wave of pleasure through your body.

I'm panting now. "Fuck, fuck, I'm close, god keep going," interspersed with shuddering breaths. "You're so fucking good," I moan, as I bring my other hand down behind your head, knees almost buckling as my orgasm builds. You pull back, take a breath, and plunge forward, taking me deep, deep, shaking your head from side to side, trying to take even one more inch of me inside you, and you hear me groan, feel me thrust into you, swell in your throat, and release, again, and again, the warm, sticky shots of my cum painting your throat. You wrap your arms around my legs and pull me into you, swallowing it all, even as your vision starts to blur from air loss.

You relax your hold on me and I pull out, trailing a mix of my cum and your saliva out past your lips. You're lightheaded, and you cough a few times, trying to get your breath back. I pull you up to your feet, then throw you face down on the bed. You gasp dramatically, and giggle a little as you obediently raise your ass in the air, wiggling side to side for me. I leave a stinging red handprint on your ass before I sink my fingers into your waist, and you feel me line up between your cheeks, still wet with your spit. You can feel me throbbing again already.

"Fuuuuck," I breathe, "you're such a slut for me, aren't you?"

You grip at my bedsheets and back up into me as you nod, grinning lasciviously into a pillow. "I'm your fucking slut, I'm your little fucking toy, please, please..."

I push inside, slowly, intently, and you arch your back, giving yourself to me one more time.

But... but i am sorry, i can't control it 🥺

Thinking about showing everyone what a whore you are.

Hanging out with friends, everyone is having a good time, you're sitting next to me on the couch. I turn to the group and say, "hey, watch this." I look you in the eyes and tell you to spread.

Obediently, you open your legs for the whole party to see, smiling so prettily at me. Just the way I trained you. Everyone's laughing, but you're so drunk, you don't really understand why.

I reach a hand between your legs, rubbing so sweetly, and say to everyone else, "come on, come feel how wet she is!"

So our friends gather around, chuckling and teasing as they all lean in to feel you for themselves. I rest one hand on top of your head - you're doing so well for me.

Your whole body is suffused with warmth, now. From the booze and weed, sure, but there's another warmth, isn't there, building inside you. You barely even notice as I help you out of your clothes, but you certainly notice when my cock slaps down on your tummy.

"Hey, wait," you laugh, and as your mouth opens fingers find their way inside. They're not mine. You aren't sure whose they are. There's a raw attitude building in the room, and more and more hands are on you every second, more lips, more probing fingers.

With a jolt, you feel me push inside. You've never quite gotten used to my size, and it feels so fucking good as I stretch you out inside, pressing in every direction, and you can't help but moan with my strong, deep strokes.

Another cock is by your mouth, pushing at your lips, then another. Someone grabs your wrist and puts your hand on their cock, and someone is riding your other hand, now. I press down on your tummy as I fuck you, and hands caress your hips, your moans obstructed by the cocks in your mouth. You're such a good girl that you try to focus through the pleasure to stroke what's in your hands. People are laughing, aren't you proud to be the heart of the party?

Abruptly, the cock in your hand spasms, and you feel the hot, sticky cum shoot onto your bare tummy. Your breath catches in your throat, and with three quick, perfect strokes inside you, you cum, cum for me, writhing beneath the hands and attention of all your friends, and as you contract around me I can't help it either. You hear me moan something, indistinct over the noise of the party, over the noise of your exhibition of lust, and you feel it shoot deep inside you, spraying your womb, dripping out as I continue to thrust into you.

I pull out, slapping your aching cunt, watching you flinch. You're begging now, you need more, don't you? I half pull, half carry you over to the coffee table, and push you down on one side.

I lift one leg up, and as I force your tight little ass to spread for my thick, veiny cock, I grab your hair and pull your head back. You feel pressure as someone else, you don't even know who and I won't let you see, slides their cock inside you, my cum still dripping out. Their cock isn't nearly as thick, but it's long, long, long. You gasp as our friend pushes your cervix up into you, fucking you quick and deep as I impale you on my cock.

You start crying, hands covering you again, kisses on your neck, your shoulder blades, your spine, your fingers, and you cum again, intoxicated by the attention, losing yourself in the hedonism of it all...

After you don't know how long, you feel me pull out. You're not even sure if I came or not, but the space is filled soon enough. As you feel the warm wetness of a tongue caress between your legs, you overhear me on the phone.

"Yeah, man, get over here. Bring everyone. Oh, don't bring any condoms. You're not gonna believe this..."