I AM SO IMPURE.

tired after work. plan b made me more tired. hungry. need a smoke. grocery bag broke before i got in my apartment. sighhhh

[hoping you'll pin me to the ground and fuck me into the dirt] do you wanna go play outside

Grind yourself on my thigh. Hump my leg until you’ve soaked through your panties and then I’ll peel them off you and stuff them in your mouth. Please.

why should i stop ? cause im hurting you ? god, you’re so cute and innocent. yeah it’s hurting you, but i feel good. can’t you feel how deep i’m hitting inside you ? how excited i get every time you cry or try to fight me off ? i’m too far gone, love. there is no stopping me.

i think my ideal dynamic is constantly sobbing and shaking in pain while you're doing the cruel things to me we've fantasized about for so long but it's exponentially worse actually going through it so i'm in a perpetual state of slight panic and fear of you but that's also something we sexualized and romanticized so realistically i'm right where i want to be

pussy spilling out the side of the panties send post

adding the last post to a list of things im shocked people are into. my husband recently told me how hot pussy prints and wet smears left on chairs can be. like what.... im insecure about that... whats next. boob sweatstains are hot. girls starting their periods and not realizing until theres blood on their inner thighs and on their chairs. catch me up

i need that bicep around my throat while he pounds me

anal in missionary so they can hold your pussy open with their thumbs and watch the way it leaks