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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. 🎀

Humans cum, animals nut.

I love the term “nutting” or “nut” because there’s having sex and making love and fucking but then there’s a man just nutting in you, which is humiliating. If a man cums on your face, it can be a mutual thing, but if a man nuts on my face, then I’m a whore he’s just using to empty his balls. It’s so fucking degradingggggg I’m obsessed.

unexpected nudes >

Treat her so well, with such kindness and tenderness and love and care that she forgets for one wild moment that you’re going to rip the clothes from her limbs and mark every inch of her body before breeding her like the slut she loves to pretend she isn’t as soon as you get home.

no because it's so fucking hot when a guy is such a gentleman and so genuinely sweet to me in public but goes absolutely feral and is desperate to fuck my brains out once we're in private

“I missed you” while forcing myself inside. I missed your whines and pleas. I missed the way you try so desperately to push me off. I missed how still you stay when you realize I’m not stopping. I missed your legs locking around me when you finally remember who owns you; me.

You’re so beautiful when you’re scared… 😍😈

"I could fix her," and i could make her beg like a whore. What's your point?

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.

Watching a girl spank herself over and over again and hearing the response go from pain and annoyance that she has to, to the deepest, most feral cries of pleasure followed by the most depraved begging for just a little more stimulation so that she can finally cum is one of the deepest pleasures in life.

You shouldn’t like this

It shouldn’t make you horny

Your clit shouldn’t fill with electricity when your hand hits it

You shouldn’t be dripping wet

You should be fighting me, making me stop, refusing to hit yourself anymore.

You shouldn’t be moaning like a depraved whore every time you hit yourself.

You will continue until you are willing to sell your soul to me for your orgasm.

I’ll pull my phone out and take a picture of you laying there, chest heaving, begging, raw and drenched in sweat and moaning and legs pressing together wishing you could just find that last ounce of friction that allows you to cum. Then I will take your battered, bruised, aching clit deep into my mouth and suckle on it as I slide my fingers deep inside you, stretching you, feeling how drenched you are for me, and feeling every inch of your body as you finally explode for me.

Afterward I’ll set the picture as your Lock Screen so that you never forget the levels of depravity, degradation and debasement you’re willing to accept in exchange for one(1) orgasm. You will flush with embarrassment and feel your cunt start to leak every time you open your phone.

Dom who thinks the best entertainment in the world is making me slap my own cunt repeatedly, until he is satisfied

Like youve been made whole for the first time.

Like heat between your legs.

Like this is where you were meant to be.

Like a moan you don’t have nearly the strength to hold back was rising dangerously high in your chest.

Like you’d never have to worry about making a decision again for the rest of your life.

Like fire was melting away all of your inhibitions and molding you into exactly what I desired.

he’s so pretty i wonder how his hands around my neck would feel like