Landry

It's customary to consummate the adoption

thinking ab giving a girl slow lazy head… maybe we’re cuddling on the couch and I start nuzzling into her tummy a bit. leaving little kisses on her belly and chest as I use my nose to push her shirt up so I can see her pretty tits. sloppily kissing and sucking on her perky nipples until she’s wet and whimpering for me to relieve her. I’d leave a little trail of kisses as I move down her body and I’d stop to nip at the soft skin on her hips, feeling her aching clit through her soaked panties with my fingers. I can’t help that I love seeing my sweet girl all worked up for me. I’d take my sweet time pulling her panties down and leaving little marks on her thighs before I finally give her what she wants. my tongue and lips and nose slick on her wet cunt, moaning into her slightly because she tastes sooo good and I love eating my girl out. not stopping until she’s strung out over the feeling of my mouth on her and the couch is soaked beneath us <33

mom giving you the sex talk but she insists on demonstrating everything on you so you know what it feels like

Whispering in your ear "fuck you're so tight when you're scared" after I force myself into you

ugh insisting i’m a strong independent dominant butch only to get bent over her lap and spanked and fingered until i’m crying and begging for mercy while she calls me her stupid girly femme and tells me i’m gonna look so good pregnant….

Do you wanna go for a hike and sit by the creek? (I'm gonna hold your head under the water and push your face into the mud while fucking you)

The prey has to love the predator right? The fear of death is there, but your entire purpose is to survive them and keep living. Your body is shaped to tense at the first sign of the tiger in the grass. Your mind fills with lightning when you hear a branch snap in the trees. When the specter of claw and teeth breaks from hiding your limbs know the chase. This is a dance that lives in your hot, pounding blood. This is your purpose. You don't always win the chase, but this too is your purpose. The deer must love the wolf I think, and love it the most when the teeth close around the throat. Carried down to the steaming gore painted grass like a lover to a marriage bed. And the wolf loves you.

can i hit you + can i hit you rly hard + can i hit you so hard i might dislocate your jaw + can i hit you until you feel your consciousness slip + can i keep hitting you even after you fade off into sweet dreamless oblivion + can i rape you after + can i use all of your holes any way i see fit + can i cum inside them so much my seed pools out of you + can i keep pumping loads into you until i'm positively sure i knocked you up + are you sure + okay say it back to me. i want to hear you say it. say it back to me, you filthy fucking slut, say it. back to me. + you can do better than that. beg. + beg me to have my rape baby. beg me to have my rape baby. beg me to have my rape baby.