#mmmmnghh

Thinking about how much influence mommy holds over me. After having broke me down to pieces, she'd cradle me close, i'd hide myself in her arms seeking the very source of my torment, anchoring myself to the woman who had just systematically stripped away every ounce of my composure. She'd whisper and coo into my hair, with a mock sympathetic tone "Aww, You're so beautifully dependent on me, aren't you? Even when it's too much.. even when you're crying because you can't take another second, you still come crawling back to Mommy. Shh, you did so well for me, Bunny. I've got you"

got some eggs, we are thriving rn

when they splay their hand between your shoulderblades and push you into the mattress. when they lean directly over your body with their hips pressed against your ass to whisper something in your ear. when they slide their fingers around your neck to bring your head upwards. when