Longmoose3 - Longmoose

If you don’t want me to rape and breed you, why is your cunt so wet? Your mouth lies, but your body cannot.

Need a man to rape my tight little cunt so hard. I want him to hold me face down and force his cock into my wet cunt and start thrusting furiously while I cry and beg him not to, to please stop. He doesn't even hear me. I'm just a toy to him, not a person. I'm a warm wet fleshlight for him to use at any time. It doesn't matter if I cum, his only goal is using me to get off whenever he wants

My favorite thing about savagely fucking a girl’s face is how jealous her cunt gets. You can absolutely ruin her, til her cheeks are red and swollen, her eyes bloodshot and mascara everywhere, her throat and chin covered in her own saliva, her hair soaked in sweat from exertion, and the wettest part of her will still be her empty little cunt, clenching around nothing, trying to find enough friction to cum.

i really wanna get my face absolutely fucked rn, like gagging, crying, drooling everywhere....

I don’t know what he’s saying to her, but I know there’s a period after every word. Don’t. Fucking. Move. A. Muscle.

once again

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A girl truly belongs to the man that fucks her the best. Everyone else is just borrowing her, even if she has a ring. Figure out how to make your women cum their brains out and beg for more, because if you don’t, I will, and they will belong to me.

I love this idea so much. You can have your own shadow of a life with a perfectly fine man, but the remnants of my ownership of you are enough to leave you constantly wondering and hoping. You wake up sweating and soaked in the middle of the night dreaming about me. You almost see my face in the crowd and you think about me for days. Your husband tries hard for you, as hard as he can, but he cannot quite reach the places that I took possession of inside of you. Your new life is a mask, sitting ill-fittingly over the broken part of you that is mine forever, like your ring sitting crookedly on the finger that will never again be what it was supposed to be. You pretend to be happy for his sake, but your smiles never quite reach the eyes I looked into as I bred you on your wedding night. The times when I do hunt you down and take you anew, it’s like time has frozen still and it’s the first time all over. Your gasps as I bite your neck, your breasts and your thighs, brazenly marking you for him to see and envy, a living breathing emblem of his unworthiness and your undying devotion to your rapist. As you beg for orgasm, my fingers deep inside of you and my cock in your ass, I force you to tell me over and over again who you belong to. I hope you were planning on another baby “with him”, because you’re not leaving here until we both know on a metaphysical level that even your womb has submitted to my whims.

I had no idea you liked being slapped on the face, I’ll make sure to do lots of that. 2 extra cheeks to mark as my property. I want your entire body to be sore from what I’ve done to you, so that no matter what you try to do, you can’t shake the memory or the aftereffects of me. You can’t sit down because your ass is raw from my spankings, I am your only comfort in this life. You cannot smile because your cheeks are bruised and your throat sore from having my cock shoved down it. I am your only happiness. You can’t raise your arms to put food in your mouth because they still have rope burn from being tied down, I am your only sustenance. The only respite you have left is your mind, but you discover that even praying won’t help, because now, I am your God.

oh darling, you must be new here. i want you to give me the best orgasms of my life against my will; you are the only man capable of giving me such pleasure. i want to finally start to date after the trauma and find a bad boy i know i shouldn't like. i want you to follow me home from a date with him where he tells me he loves me, tie me to a chair and make me watch him fucking all these other women. watch me as my heart breaks before you break my ribs; you are the only man capable of protecting my heart. years go by and i don't hear from you. i start to believe you really are gone, moved on to your next play thing. a mutual friend introduces me to a good man, a kind man, a boring man, but a safe man. he asks my dad for his permission to marry me. you break in that night and breed me before breaking my ring finger; you are the only man who i commit my life to. by some miracle i don't conceive your child but the knuckles of my ring finger are forever swollen and mauled. it heals and the ring is resized to fit over them. the day comes and vows are exchanged. that night my husband is tied to the cuck chair in our honeymoon suite and made to watch as i cum all over your cock for hours on end; you are the only man and anyone else is second. a year later, nobody in our family knows why the baby we hold bears no resemblance to its father, but we do. five years later, my husband catches me looking at my ring as my other hand rests upon my chest. what he doesn't know is i'm not looking at the ring, i'm fantasizing about the man who broke the finger beneath the ring, and the ribs beneath my other hand; you are the only man i desire.

i need an anon name for you

Good girls fantasize about being raped and bred violently, degradingly and publicly.

(Tw: cnc)

What if???? we went swimming in a lake with a rocky beach and I emerge from the water and you decide you need to fuck me right then so you make me get on all fours even though the rocks dig painfully into my knees. Water is still dripping off me and my swimsuit’s soaked and it sticks to me as you pull down my bottoms and let them pool around my knees so you can access my holes. And I cry out as your hand slides up my inner thighs and then suddenly grazes my cunt.

You bend down over me, reaching around my jaw to grab it forcefully so you can pull my ear closer to your mouth as you grunt into my ear about how I’m loving every moment of this and how disgusting I am for it.

And it’s true. My mind is hyper-focused on the feeling of the open air against my exposed cunt and the pain and humiliation of my current position, and all of it is making me soak myself.

You reach between my inner thighs again, this time slower, and run two fingers softly up my flesh until your index finger is perched just outside my entrance.

I’m suddenly so desperate for you to be inside me that I let out a whimper.

Finally, agonizingly, you dip your finger inside me and feel how wet I am.

“Pathetic needy whore” you say to me.

You then withdraw from me, let go of my jaw, and come to stand in front of me. I’m now eye level with your cock, straining against your swim trunks.

You grab the back of my head and push my face into your still-clothed crotch and I nuzzle my face all over it, before you tilt my head up to look at you.

We hold eye contact as you finally withdraw yourself from your shorts, pulling out your erect cock from above your waist band.

“Open wide,” you say and I oblige, unprepared for your full length to be forcefully thrusted down the length of my throat. It feels like a punch to my esophagus and I immediately start crying and gagging.

This new forceful motion has aggravated the pain of the rocks stabbing into my knees. I can feel them cutting into my flesh and my hands desperate to solidify my ground as you ram into my throat repeatedly.

My brain has completely surrendered itself to this, giving myself over to the mixture of pain and arousal. It feels like it goes on forever, you using my throat like this.

Tears continue streaming down my face, and bits of my guttural cries come out between thrusts.

Finally, you withdraw yourself long enough for me to gasp in air. I look pleadingly up at you. Your cock is still hovering above my face.

“Good girl,” you say. “I bet that made you even wetter. Should I use your pussy now?”

“Yes, sir,” I say, but you weren’t waiting for my answer. You’ve already stepped around to position yourself behind me.

Your hand immediately goes to my cunt, thrusting a couple fingers inside and catching the liquid dripping out of me.

You place a hand on each of my hips, digging into my soft flesh with a hard grip.

I can feel the tip of your cock brush between my folds as you line yourself up with my entrance and then without hesitation, your whole length filling me, widening me.

I feel so whole now, the girth of your cock stuffing me full in a way that my body has been yearning for.

You thrust like this for a while, stopping occasionally to spank me. The sharp sound of your hand making contact with my ass cuts through the air, and I wonder if people across the lake can hear this.

As you continue pounding into me, one of your hands relinquishes the firm grip it’s had on my hip and wanders over my back. You drag your nails over my back, leaving scratches that feel like warm lines against the cool air. When your hand finds my shoulder, I can somehow feel your cock even deeper inside of me as you’ve found a new position to grip me from.

Your other hand now wanders up and grabs my hair and yanks my head back. My entire body is vibrating with anticipation.

I can tell you’re close because your pace becomes more erratic and your breathing hitches. You let out a few moans as you pull me into a few final jagged thrusts before emptying yourself inside me.

Bitches are just girls who haven’t been denied, spanked, bruised, bitten or edged enough to be good girls yet.

Before you decide you want to inquire with me, just know I am a bitch. 🎀