ftmtf kink

Ugh I need this

Need someone to retire my brain like this

when a cunt says no, lack of obedience isn't the only problem. she's still convinced she has the right to think for herself. change that for her. maybe she's not scared enough yet. maybe she has too much pride. humiliate her, degrade her, beat her and flood her brain with porn until there's nothing else left

Why would you ever want responsibilities if you can get your mind fucked empty instead?

its so crazy to me that i could get pregnant and my body will change. like its so exciting and hot to think of the fact that someone can just cum in me and make my belly grow so big

It’s all fun and games until they hit the 4th orgasm and then it’s all “We should stop” and “Please I’m begging you” and panicked crying and trying desperately to break the handcuffs to get away while arching their back violently. Girls are so cute.

what's stopping you from actually detransitioning? is it that "it's all fantasy!!" or is it actually because you're just scared of everyone being right about you? embarrassed to admit you were wrong? because i've looked through so many posts and blogs of you ftm girls talking about how much it's "just fantasy" but you all are just begging for an easier detransition. tell me: if you got the opportunity to completely start over somewhere where no one knew you and you didn't have to pretend for anyone, would you want to be a boy still? or would you embrace being a girl? just something to think about. purely fantasy of course though, just like your blog says right?

trying to convince myself im a boy while i fantasize about having bigger tits and being groped in public

soft sensitive girls with CNC kinks

god I need this

Holy clit! 😲

NEED who wants to help 😈

Definitely NEED ASAP!!!! P.M.?!

Let’s rub some icy hot on there too.

Horny little rapesluts always get a rush from the unknown, when you’ve been stalking her for weeks, leaving traces behind you, clues for her to discover; A candid photograph of her on her morning coffee run that somehow made its way into her purse, a pair of her panties she thought went missing ages ago left on her doorstep in the middle of the day, a strange shadow she noticed in her backyard one night that looks less like a tree and more like a person, and when she comes back to check on it an hour later, it’s gone. But it’s a different form of fear for her when the man in the woods she saw that night reappears again. It’s different when you step out of those woods and start walking across that lawn straight towards the rear entrance, peering up at her horrified face through the bedroom window, your presence and identity now known to her as you smile ear to ear, teeth glaring in the dark, knife in hand, mask off, kicking down the door and racing up those stairs to take what’s rightfully yours. To make her beg. To make her suffer. To make her look her rapist in the eyes while he ties her up, stuffs her cunt and snatches her fucking soul.

I dream about being a housewife so bad. I genuinely enjoy doing chores and I'm already a homebody, why not just fill me up with kids like the baby factory I am and let me stay where I belong? Who needs a brain when you've got birthing hips, I don't need to think about the silly idea of being a boy

Wrapping my legs around your head while you deepthroat me so you can’t escape, forcing you to take every inch until you’re braindead, until you’re practically puking on my cock from the endless gagging, until your lungs ache from the lack of air, until you fully and finally understand that letting you breathe is my choice.