💕The Devil's Pornstar💕

dry humping where he’s on top of you and you can feel him against your core with every faux thrust and you’re both panting into each other’s mouths and it’s needier because you aren’t quite there he’s not actually inside you and you’re grabbing at his clothes and his hands are in your hair and he’s desperate and whining and

don’t ask me if we can fuck, hold me down and tell me toys don’t get a choice.

random wetness checks during the day are so hot. getting forced to strip to my underwear to examine them from outside for wet spots. being bent over the nearest surface, forced to spread my legs so you can see better. a finger gliding through my wet slit to assess my pussy juice production, avoiding my clit to not distort the result. getting mocked for being wet, and punished and edged for being not wet enough. the humiliation of it all. maybe you're even keeping a chart of my hourly inspections, counting how many times i failed to present you a dripping pussy. please. i need this.

I love having a horny tumblr knowing that he's going to see it. I love ratting myself out and then forgetting about it until something a little too specific happens.

conditioning my subject to say no whenever they want something so theyre pathetically humping against me whining no no nooo noo so needy in my ear,,,, fuuuuuck,,,,, i ask if they wanna get fucked and they spread their legs saying nononono pleasee nooo,,, and its confusing for their little brains!! poor puppyyy doesnt know what they want, every denial makes them dumber and dumber to the point they dont even know what theyre saying no to! so embarrassing

Really desperately need that "getpregnantgetpregnantgetpregnant" sex right now. I need to be buried in a woman's womb telling her to take my baby. Getting someone pregnant would fix me I think.

Hearing them pant and grunt in my ear while they use me like a fleshlight would fix me tbh

heartwarming: he came while he was getting raped

I want to own you. I want you to rely on me so completely that even your next breath feels like something you have to ask me for.

oh no… if only there were disgusting anons that would tell me what to do to myself…