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i need her on my bed, whimpering and vulnerable. crying out my name continuously as she looks up at me with a scared, delicate, and loving gaze. i want her to know who she belongs to as she bounces up and down repeatedly going faster and fast as time goes on. not able to do anything but obey me and the strings tied around her wrists making sure she doesn’t escape. i want her to scream my name audibly until she loses her voice. i want her to push herself so hard she can’t walk for weeks. i want the slapping sound of skin to echo though the room.

i feel feral rn

i feel feral rn

wait why is this doing something to me

i would love to get dicked down by her omg

who is daniela? for the blind, she’s vision. for the hungry, she’s the chef. for the thirsty, she’s water. if daniela speaks, i listen. if daniela has millions of fans, i’m one of them. if daniela has 10 fans, i’m one of then. if daniela has 0 fans, that means i’m dead. daniela avanzini 🤤🤤

staku….can u scoot closer to phia pls…

WHEN I DIE IM GO TO WASIAN HEAVEN