who, me?

"why suck a strap?" have we all forgotten the beauty of theatre? have we truly fallen so far as to think the mind mustn't be pleasured too?

Forcefully bending you over as soon as we get back to my place and the door shuts behind us. Ripping your clothes off you, tossing aside your belongings, your purse discarded on the ground, your clothes strewn about. Slapping you roughly when you protest or lamely try to resist. Pulling your hair while forcing my dick inside you, my fingers stuffed inside your mouth, my other hand groping at your ass while I desperately and needily fuck you. I couldn't wait any longer, darling. I just needed to be inside you. You feel so fucking good.

he’s so pretty i wanna step on his cock in boots and slap him when he pathetically grinds against it with a needy whine

i loveee to be ordered around, to spread my legs, to take my tongue out or act like a dog. its so embarrassing and i love obeying

“covered in blood” is an ideal state for a girl to be in if you see a girl covered in blood you know she is having a good time

"your tits look so good in that" pull them out and suck on them then?

How I’m both a dog and chewtoy I don’t know but hey I’m not complaining

dj armpit pervert would like you to put your hands up in the air

once I snorted a fat line of nuance and everything started depending. watch out

Trace amounts of Monica in my life

A statistically insignificant level of Monica in my life

My life manufactured in a facility that also processes Monica