I Wet Myself Again

bunny femme so deep in heat she can’t remember her own name, just knows she’s bunny and bunny needs to be bred. “please, bunny can’t think, need you to breed bunny..” her words slurred and desperate. pulling her close, rubbing her cheek. “my poor dumb bunny. brain all fuzzy, can’t think about anything except being filled up, can you baby?” her shaking her head, whimpering. “that’s okay, sweetheart. bunnies don’t need to think. you’re being such a good pet for me.” spreading her legs and watching her present instinctively. “biiig stretch, bunny” i coo at her when i finally fill her, watching as her mouth opens, drooling slightly pooling around the corners of her mouth. “there you go. that’s all bunny needed, wasn’t it? to be bred and full and empty headed. my good girl, the best bunny. so pretty when you’re this dumb for me.”

if you see this while you're touching yourself you have to reblog it so everyone knows, them's the rules

😳

fyi if we're mutuals you have full consent to be as feral as you want in asks and dms

Reblog if your tits are free-use stress balls for any lesbian who needs them

i love being a yearner and a freak. like yes my heart aches and wants, but so does my cunt

finding my femme’s secret blog where she posts all her filthy fantasies. making her sit in my lap and read them out loud to me, every single post. watching her face burn with embarrassment as she stumbles through her own words. “go on, baby. read what you wrote about wanting to be used.” her face red, voice barely above a whisper. “louder. i can’t hear you being desperate.” making her rub her clit while she reads, making her feel how turned on she gets from her own words. “keep reading and keep touching. i want to see you get off to your own filthy fantasies.” watching her squirm, embarrassed but getting wetter. “you wrote all of this and now you’re dripping from reading it. you should be ashamed, sweetheart.” her moaning despite the humiliation, despite being embarrassed. “such a dirty girl, getting off on humiliating yourself for me.” grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away. “actually, let me do that for you, baby.” sliding two fingers inside her easily, she’s so wet. “oh my god, look how soaked you are. look at your pussy, baby.” spreading her legs wider so she can see. “you’re so wet from reading your own depraved post, sweetheart.” adding a third finger and they slide in with no resistance. “you’re so wet i can fit three fingers. three, baby. from just reading what you wrote.” fucking her with all three while she tries to keep reading. “such a good girl but so so pathetic. keep reading, louder now.” her voice shaking as she continues. “tell me which one’s your favorite, baby. which fantasy makes you the wettest?” watching her struggle to answer. “you’re soaking my hand while reading about how desperate you are. you’re doing so well, sweetheart, but you should be humiliated.” pumping faster. “you’re gonna cum to this, baby. and then you’re gonna let everyone know how good my fingers feel, and how they’re made for being inside of you, angel”

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Gonna try it. Need me some good luck.

sure why not

release me from the complete and total lack of a response from job applications ough

why can't friends fuck? like i wanna eat u out till you can't take it.... in a friend way

Hearing the phrase “I touched myself while thinking about you” makes me become so dysfunctional. Like 🫠… really?… tell me what you were thinking? Promise you’ll do it again for me? And keep telling me? Please, please, please…

Torn endlessly between wanting to struggle to not get a drop on the floor with my bare pussy out and watching as little spurts start forcing their way out of me and visible for all to witness because I’m nude, and wanting to straight up wet. Completely soak some article of clothing.