lil girl

You should always be wet and ready to be useful.

Spread your legs wider, slut.

Faster, you filthy cocksleeve.

Open your mouth and stick your fucking tongue out.

Moan like the dumb pathetic whore you are.

Keep edging.

Push yourself to the limit.

I want you on your back, your hair splayed out on the pillow as I kneel next to you, my cock inches from your lips while I stroke my shaft. Up and down, you'd have to lay still and watch my hand fisting my cock. You'd have to listen to my breathing get heavier, my knees getting weaker, my cock sounding lewder and pervier with every sloppy squelch.

I wouldn't let you help me and I certainly wouldn't let you touch yourself. No. This is about me. I'd force you to watch my foreskin roll back and forth, the gleaming head of my dick shiny with precum. God, occasionally, I'd stop and slather my cock with more lube, locking eyes with you as I pleasure myself. You'd shiver as drops of lube hit your pretty, porn body.

You'd have to watch as carry on jerking my cock, veins throbbings, balls hanging low against your chin. Fuck, if I see your lips, and your pink tongue snake out between them, I'll push your head down against the pillow and just jerk off with your face, my cock rubbing against your cheeks and nose like you're a fucking cumrag.

A fleshlight.

My lubed up cock not even using your mouth or your pretty holes. Not your fat tits or your thighs. Just your face as a cocksleeve. Oh god, my balls would clench, my cock would twitch and hours of pent-up, needy lust would spill out in thick, desperate bursts. Hot, raw cum would drip down your face as I kneel next to you, panting.

For cunts, cock is the messenger.

For cunts, male approval is the gospel.

For cunts, male opinions are scripture.

For cunts, worshipping men and cock is not just about lust, it is a religious ritual.

You don’t know. You don’t care.

The sun went down while you were humping your life away, and now you’re a mess. A beautiful, sticky, mindless mess.

Rocking your hips. Up and down. Grind and squeeze. Hump. Hump. Hump.

It feels better than thinking. Thinking is hard. Thinking is stressful. Humping is easy. Humping makes everything quiet.

Every time you rub your pussy, you push a thought out of your head. You rub away your ambition. You hump away your vocabulary. Now there’s nothing left except a buzzing static and a desperate need to be fucked.

I make you do an IQ-Test and then I edge you for hours and ruin your mind with porn without letting you cum once.

Then you do the test again... Praise for each point you have become dumber ✨

I have the ability to trigger that wet throbbing cunt simply by using words to paint a pictue in your perverted little mind

I support girls dropping out of school

I support girls leaving their jobs

I support girls becoming prostitutes, strippers, and porn actresses

I support girls letting go of their choices to let men make their decisions

I support girls deciding to be sex objects

These can all be difficult life transitions for any young woman. If you’re going through one of these stages in your life, or you’re considering taking the first steps, just know that someone is here to support and encourage you.

Legs open and start edging and teasing that needy little cunt as you re-program your mind with hardcore porn

xx, kittyrubss

self debasement is important