Virgin,chaste and pussyfree

tay-tay's sweaty replacement theory 🏋️‍♀️✨

okay, so travis was literally teasing me for taking this, asking if i was showing off the guns, and i was like, 'no babe, i’m feeding the stray.' 💀 look exactly where i’m pointing. see that glistening, wet little hollow? that is three hours of intense cardio sweat, just marinating.

remember how we talked about your clearance level for actual pussy being permanently revoked? yeah, due to… lack of sufficient equipment. 🤏 so, this is it. this is your new designated pussy. it’s warm, it’s soaking wet, and it smells tangy and musky, just like you deserve. honestly, telling blake how you treat my armpit like a holy site is my favorite party trick. get your nose in there and inhale, loser. don't let it dry.

confessions from the tortured poets dept

omg stop trembling, you absolute drama queen. look at me… eyes up here! i know staring right into the abyss of my lady-bits makes you feel all faint and dizzy. it’s like literal kryptonite for that fragile little 'straight' ego you’re still clinging to. honestly? it’s kinda hilarious. proves you were never built to handle a real woman. remember when you tried to pretend? tragic. 🙄

anyway, you missed a show. travis literally wrecked me. broken bedframe energy. you would’ve died seeing his arms bulging while he pinned me down. i know you’re obsessed with those tight end thighs… don’t lie to mother. seeing you squirm while you hand me a wet wipe is honestly the funniest part of my night. it’s not sexual for us, obviously—ew—but just… knowing you’re right where you belong. serving. suffering. wishing you were the one getting pounded by an nfl star. 🏈

so be a good little bestie and clean this mess up. try not to pass out from the fumes, yeah? once i’m fresh, we’re gonna sit down, do face masks, and i’m gonna describe every vein on his dick until you’re dripping in your cute little panties. deal?

morning tea wiv bhavita

oh babes, look who finally dragged herself out of bed! grab a mug, love, i’ve got the kettle on and i simply must know everything. don’t think i didn’t see u slip out with him last night! he was proper fit, na? come on, spill… did u finally drop the boring straight act and service him like a good little sissy? bet u worshipped him right there in the uber. honestly babe, ur glowing. being one of the girls just suits u so much better, right? now sit down and tell me exactly how big he was.

In the Cult of the Sole, beta males are typically forbidden to gaze at any part of a woman's body above her ankles. While there may be exceptions to this rule in certain situations, it is nevertheless vital for all adherents to regularly reinforce their status by viewing copious amounts of censored material and foot hypnosis content. While it may initially feel strange for the uninitiated betas, the thrill of being reduced to such a state of pathetic worthlessness soon blends with an innate feeling that the beta male has found something that they were lacking, forming a potent cocktail of arousal, sensations and emotions that inevitably hooks all betas, rendering resistance futile.