everyday I read the kind of smut that literally makes fireworks go off in my pussy & your blog, you, you’re like this concentrated dose I needed to go brainless, completely. I wish my boyfriend fucked me like this or at least understood the need I have. I need to be folded in half, stuffed full & kept like that until I pass out & id still want him to keep going, using me, cumming in me. I’d be so wet, you could hear it. Hold me down, hold me still with your weight. I’m a slut, I know but the problem is he doesn’t know how big of one I am. & I’m shy! He read some of my fanfic & was so confused?? & I’m like “I like being talked to like this, held down, used, objectified, balls deep, cock warming til I’m drooling & I still don’t wanna be empty.” Add some slapping & choking? “Take it bitch, take it. I’m not done using you yet. Stop acting like you don’t like it when your pussy is crying for me. You love it.” Someone could put triplets in me & I wouldn’t care. I hope someone is cockwarming you rn bc you deserve it.
You may have a boyfriend, but your mind is completely devoted to me. You deserve to be raped and abused like the stupid bitch in heat that you are. Just look at how needy you are, how addicted you are to my words and what they do to you, how your tight little cunt aches for the thought of me violating you as you rub endlessly. I wish I was there to use your holes and toss you around like a worthless sex doll, bending your body into whatever position I desire as I pound away at you. That’s something your boyfriend can’t seem to get himself to do to you, something you need more than anything. That’s my idea of stress relief, and you’re nothing but a cute little stress toy to me.
