Dirty thoughts

poor thing. you’re trying so hard to be brave, aren’t you ? shaking and dripping all over yourself like a needy little mess. it’s almost cute how quickly you fall apart for me.

shhh, it’s okay. i know it’s a lot. i know your poor little cunt is so sensitive right now… but you can take it, can’t you ? you always do. even when you’re whimpering and crying those pretty tears, you still spread your legs like such a good girl

gosh, you’re so pathetic. look at you : soaked, desperate, and throbbing just because i’m talking to you. does it embarrass you how easily i ruin you ? it should. but we both know you love it. you love being my sweet, stupid, overstimulated little toy

there we go… keep making those sounds for me. the more you cry and beg, the cuter you sound. don’t worry, angel… i’ll take such good care of you

…by breaking you completely.