The Touch Starved Mood

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ﾟlobotomise me please

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so sore and sensitive after a couple days of edging and cumming, round 3 master?

okay google, how do i get them to purposely turn me on and do nothing about it without directly telling them

i have never wanted to end my life as much as i do today

someone please take me out (to dinner or with a gun - i’m not fussy at this point)

wanna do this on @beuclair :3

can he just wake up? i want to cum to his voice and the degrading names he call me ;-;

just so you know.... i sound really good when i touch myself

“you’re doing so good for me” whilst i’m sobbing about how it hurts and i can’t take anymore

“Not now baby, I’m tired.” I groan, burying my face into the pillows.

“I know sweetheart. I know. Just- here just hold- theeeere you go…”

I whine gently as I feel you slip off my soft little pyjama bottoms, your big warm hands running up the backs of my legs.

“I don’t want t-” My complaint is cut short by a squeal as your hand cracks down on the round curve of my ass. Once. Twice. Three times.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Your hand covers my mouth, yanking my pretty face up out of its hiding place just at the same moment as your big, thick cock pushes its way inside me.

“Mmh! N- n- nnnnn…”

“God, you’re so wet.” Your voice is right by my ear, your cock stretching out my tight little holes.

Pounding into me. Over and over again. Harder and harder. Making me scream. Making me cry.

“Shut up. Just shut the fuck up and take my cock.” My moans are muffled against your palm, my tears rolling down over your fingers as they dig into the sides of my face.