pretty little thing

Sometimes i like to think of a sweet boy, that just can't control himself. So fucking desperate that he just has to take me , even when i don't want it, or can't stop even when i tell him too, cause he's feeling so good and he's so so weak just thinking with his dick, wanting it so bad just because of a little teasing. Because of basically nothing. It just seems so pathetic and cute to me.

ppl getting bold too cuz i don’t know who’s who and i never will know. groping and hitting my tits, teasing and pinching and slapping my clit, spreading and rubbing around my folds, fucking fingers into me and seeing how many they can fit. all i can do is tremble in the restraints and wait to feel my body played with by another stranger, clenching on fingers and crying out from spanks. listening to commentary on the dumb little whore the host got for a party favor, ppl talking to each other about what they’d do, what they’re gonna do when the night ramps up and inhibitions are lowered

As often as they want