Nanno 🤍🐇

like, the idea of pimping you out to my friends for some quick cash. branding you with a hot iron so that everyone is aware who you belong to, no matter how much they wish you were theirs.

coercing you to send me your nudes, full body, or specific shots - face blurred out, or maybe not depending on the price (because your privacy isn’t yours anymore) and then selling them to perverted strangers on tumblr to jack off to.

And then somehow, every single time, it ends up with you on your knees choking on my cock.

I don’t know how it keeps happening. I’ll have this whole roadmap planned out. Week one is trust building. Week two is pushing boundaries. Week three is supposed to be an exploration of your relationship with shame. And then somewhere along the way you’re kneeling on the floor with spit running down your chin and my cock so far down your throat I can feel you swallow around it and the roadmap is just gone.

It’s my fault. I know that. I get too invested in the way you look down there. The mess of it. Your makeup ruined and drool pooling between my thighs and these thick wet strings connecting your lips to my cock every time you pull back to breathe. You gasping for air for half a second before you swallow me again because you’d rather choke than leave me unattended. Your hand wrapped around the base pumping what your throat can’t reach, sloppy and desperate, spit everywhere, looking up at me the whole time with these teary eyes, waiting for me to tell you you’re doing a good job. You are, by the way. You’re doing an incredible job. That’s the problem.

The next day, it’s nothing but an afterthought to him. It was an act of the devil, a temptation he could not help but fall into, and it’s over now…

wanna get fucked from behind whilst someone tugs on my rosary to keep me from getting away as i cry out to god for help. o, lord, save my soul, as i cum over and over again

maybe getting fucked by a gross priest who keeps telling me to pray to the father as he jerks me off slow and steady, whining about how he’s “so going to hell for this” even though to him, it feels so, so good.