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hi, i'm musa, and i'm nineteen years old. i am a femme lesbian, and i use she/her pronouns. i'm not interested.

my interests include: writing, fashion, horror media, thai gls, pilates, reading, and women who worship me.

disinterests include: men, minors, and avoidants.

open me for more info

"okay.. shall we begin?" she asks, avoidantly, while placing the items on the nightstand, and sitting on the bed beside me.

"mhm." i respond, adjusting to make myself comfortable. her core aches, as she observes how perfectly my tits look squished on the bed, and how the sides spill out beautifully.

then she began.

her hands feel so good. made just for me. the way she knows exactly what areas to pay the most attention to. how carefully she touches, and adds just the perfect amount of pressure. eventually, getting so carried away, i tell her she might as well massage my lower back too, since we're already here. lower back then turns into my thighs; which turns into my chest.. and now we're here.

"you knew it would come to this. my favorite underwear? really? you practically asked for me to ruin this pussy. aww.. already soaking my fingers, and we're not even 10 minutes into this? such a mess for me." as her strap pounds into me, relentlessly. strokes so messy. watching as her strong arms grip the bed beside me.

"please please please." i plead repeatedly, like a prayer.

"aw, getting my fingers all wet, you must be so hungry..."

i nod & let out a whine, as tears roll down my cheek, just wanting my mouth filled more.

"what happened to the bratty bitch from before? is she still in there?" i mock, as my fingers slide in and out of her slick pussy. watching her eyes roll back in ecstacy, as she grips my thigh, unable to form even a coherent thought.