thighjob where we’re snuggling real close in bed and your cock is sliding back and forth but it’s passing over my clit each time and i’m digging my nails into you and hiding my face in your chest and one of your hands is on my ass pulling me forward and back in perfect rhythm with you like a stupid little whining sex toy made to get you off and you warn me between low groans not to wiggle my hips otherwise it’ll end up inside me and i’m fucking whining that it’s not fair and you’re saying i know baby i know baby but doesn’t it feel so good and i’m nodding reluctantly because god fucking yes it’s so wet and warm and the way it sounds— is messing with my thoughts and i can’t fucking think but it’s— it sounds fucking perverse and you’re asking me if i like how it sounds dirty like that because i’m just as filthy as you are and you can feel me getting more wet and you can feel my clit getting more swollen against your shaft and you bet i like how i can feel every single fucking vein moving back and forth over my soft wet pussy and oh you bet it feels even better because we’re so close like this right baby? so close together aww you’re such a romantic baby, do you like it when i make my dick feel good with your pretty body? and i’m nodding again but this time can’t even say it and
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Hmm actually I think I need to have my mouth finger fucked in a cnc way. I need to be choking and gagging and grabbing your wrist trying to pull your fingers out of my mouth, but you’re so much stronger than me.
You let me go for a moment and I try to close my mouth to keep you from resuming, but you just end up slapping me until I open, and you shove your fingers back down my throat
For a second a thought crosses my mind, but before I can consider acting on it, your other hand wraps tightly around my throat, and you hiss “if I feel you try to bite down, I’ll break your fucking jaw”
I’m sorry I dehumanized you and talked to you in that voice owners use on their dogs. That wasn’t nice for you, was it? No? Nooo, you didn’t like that did you? Aw I’m sorry I didn’t mean to belittle you and put you beneath me like you’re a dog. I’ll do better, okay?
i‘m a huge fan of someone being filled so, so full and then both under and overstimulated.
imagine a cute little slut strapped snugly into a little chastity belt. smooth, soft leather with a pretty lock.
a big, round plug eased into their ass, slowly, slowly, making them feel too stuffed already. so bulbous, their hole stretches around it, cheeks trembling around the heart-shaped base.
a fat, ridged dildo slid into their wet pussy, it’s length snuggled deep inside. going in pretty smoothly cause the sub’s cunt is already wet at their ass being so fucking full.
when both are all the way in, they can feel the dildo in their guts, can’t walk around the plug. the belt keeping both securely in place, stuffing them to the brim.
perhaps they also get one final toy … a cock-gag. fat enough to gag on, long enough to be on the edge of too much, slide carefully into the sub’s drooling mouth, buckled snugly behind their head.
just…making cute little choking noises on the gag when they moan, their tight little ass and slick cunt clenching desperately around the girth of both toys while their poor little clits are played with mercilessly... 😳😳😳
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Forcing my fingers down a pathetic dog’s throat. Watching as it begins to panic realising it can’t breathe, desperately trying to pull away while my other hand is in its hair, holding it in place. Seeing the useless fear appearing in its eyes as it realises I won’t let it go. Watching the pathetic thing vomit around my fingers, clawing desperately at my wrist. Sobbing in a disgusting mess on the floor when I finally shove it away to clean off my gloves.
I want someone to rape me and eat me out till I cry. I want them to pry my legs open and make out with my pussy, making me feel so fucking good as I shake and beg them to stop. Something about someone raping me for my pleasure is so hot, then don't want to use my holes, they want to use me and taste me and fuck me silly.
eating me out where they start out soft and gentle but slowly get more sadistic with it. sucking until my clit is raw and then the teeth come out. holding my cunt open so they can really get in there
Thinking about forceful, rough, aggressive kisses, my tongue stabbing in and out of your mouth while your wrists tied behind your back, a blindfold covers your eyes, and my hands clench tightly around your vulnerable little throat.
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cant stop thinking about pumping up a sub's cunt until it's big and puffy and pushes against the fabric of their underwear. i want to slap it around and make it jiggle until it's bright red and sore. then i'd shove my tongue in there and lick away all the wetness that accumulated from having their poor puffy cunt abused. i wouldnt let them cum until i could get a smaller pump on their clit and make it swell up enough to protrude awkwardly from their fat cuntlips. i'd make them cum just from hurting their sensitive swollen clit.
"What was it you said? Oh yes, humping a pillow would make you look desperate, I remember now. And that's not you, is it?"
"Hnnh, ah..."
"You're a smart girl with dignity, yes. Silly of me to forget. Desperate isn't you, is it?"
"N-n... I..."
"Not you at all, no. And just grinding on my thigh like this? That's not bad. That's fine."
"Nnh, y-you..."
"Shh, you don't have to say anything, it's okay. You just keep doing what you're doing. It's obviously a lot of fun. You're all red."
"Please..."
"And I can feel you making a wet spot on my leg too you know. But it's okay. At least you don't look desperate, hmm? Imagine how pathetic you'd look if this was your pillow and not my leg."
"S-sir..."
"Shh, shh. No more talking, hmm? You can just whimper and moan, it's okay. There you go, good girl. You're right, this is much better. Well done for saying so."
Simpy boyfriends who’re just so unabashedly obsessed with your ass.
Who uses any opportunity to grab it – not slap it – but really squeeze it – feel it up like putty, knead it like dough to the point you have to swat his hands away and whine, “Knock it off…”
Who’s always trying to flip you into doing doggy – who gets all dazed and drunken-eyed when watching the plump fat jiggle on contact with his hips. Who simply can’t refrain from giving it a pinch.
Who’s so pushy and pouty about his need to bury his face between the plush cheeks even when you shake your head and say, “No… don’t be weird…”
Even when eating pussy – he’ll do it from the back – just so he can accidentally lick and kiss the other hole. Holding onto the fat of your thighs, each thumb in the crease of your cheeks – holding you back even when you try crawling forward.
“Hey – I said…” You try and protest, but he’s transfixed – pulling you back with strength he doesn’t normally use.
His chin-stubble scratches your clit as he nose-dives into your crack – making loud noises that make you ball the sheets and bury your face in the pillow – red-hot from embarrassment.
groping and manhandling someone can be hotter than fucking them.
undressing them, groping their tits, squeezing their waist, manhandling their pretty body how i want and in the position i want, spanking and slapping them, pushing their hair away and cupping their cheeks to kiss them, hearing their whines and whimpers and sniffles, shoving my fingers down their throats, pushing them away just to see how they scurry back to me so desperately, marking them up, and just treating them how i want because they’re my little doll to mess around with.
It’s hours before he finally returns. Humming amusedly at the sight of you, a smile on his face.
Voice sickly sweet as he asks, “Learned your lesson yet?” Standing above you in appraisal, hands in his pockets.
“Mngh–” you bumble out with a brittle whimper, barely audible, unable to shape the word, shivering on the floor, sweaty and dazed and numb from head to toe as the vibrations continue their rampage inside you, slowly but surely pulling you towards another devastation you can’t afford without feeling like you’re going to die, and yet so out of energy you can only try your best to anchor and brace for impact.
“Aw~” is all the sympathy he has to offer. Laughing as he squats down next to you, petting the gloss of your cheek with a curled digit. “Screamed so much you lost your voice, huh?”
Pulling his hand out of his pocket, he presents the slick black controller, as if teasingly flaunting it for you to see, finger hovering over the off button. Watching the hope and plead swirl within your puffy eyes, and basking in the power-trip it brings him.
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you.” Finally, he shows you mercy and ceases the toy’s incessant drumming, making you let out a long sigh of relief, still just lying there limp as he reaches between your legs and pulls the heavily ribbed toy out with a wet schlick.
And then he just stares at you for a moment, admiring his work with a tender smile. Thinking to himself, how he just can't stay mad at you when you're this adorable.
You thought he might just let you stay there, rest up, maybe sleep it off against the comforting cool floor, but it would seem he had other plans in store.
Grabbing your cuffed ankles, he treads himself through the loop, wearing you around his waist like a hula hoop as he sits criss-cross on the floor with you.
With your arms tied up behind your back, you’re left spread out and paralyzed like something slaughtered, forced to straddle his waist as his hand reaches for your already blaring clit.
“It’s so slippery it’s tough to pinch it. Come on now, little clitty, don’t be shy—come here.”
You would have screamed if you had any voice left, but after the many hours he’d made you suffer through orgasm after orgasm, you’re only able to whimper and cry, and then, painful as it is, his fingers on your tortured little bundle of nerves make you strangle out another.
“You just can't stop cumming, huh? So wet and messy and cute. Don’t forget to now breathe, baby.”
You would take his advice, but it’s not easy. The sensation of burning in your lower abdomen makes you hold your breath before stuttering out an outtake, all the while your heart goes into a frenzy, making it impossible for your lungs to ever catch up. Especially when he brings forth his other hand and kneads his palm into your lower belly, right into that tough spot where a massage was the very last thing you needed.
“Come on, just one more squeeze,” he sneers, voice beyond unhinged as he glares at the sight with a manic smile. “Promise, just one last time, and I'll finally fuck you for real, okay?”
He releases at once when it gives way, watching you lie there twitching and quaking, teary eyes staring into nothing with drool spilling out of your mouth like you’ve really gone all braindead from the pleasure.
He only hums, caressing your waist as he leans forth, nibbling on your chin, listening to the weak little moans that come out, asking you again, quite like he’d done at the start of the day when you’d given him a rather nasty reply, “You want my cock now?”
This time, you seem to have found enough manners to know the right answer, slurring out a broken little, “Ye-yes–”
He grins, kissing down your neck, “Yeah? You want me to put it in?”
You barely move aside from tiny little spasms provoked by his touches, but he thinks he can spot the ever-so-slight nod of your head while you repeat, “Yes-please–”
He chuckles at that, “Good girl…” Continuing to suck bruises into your chest as he pulls himself out and lays the hard length upon the wet bed of your puffy cunt, so overstimulated you jerk upon the contact, flinching prettily and moaning all weakly as he slides it down to your weepy entrance.
“Here you go, right there,” he croons while easing in. Holding your hips in a tight grip as he pulls you closer up on his lap, sinking in until he’s all the way inside.
He groans as it settles, face mushed against the soft fat of your tit, voice becoming breathy and heated, “You’re trembling on the inside.”
Slipping his arms underneath you, he gathers and pulls you upright, letting you sit, draped against him, all soft and exhausted as he boosts your butt with both arms and bounces you.
“This is all I wanted, baby—” he continues, even though he’s not sure you’re even able to hear him, as unresponsive as you are. He thinks you might have actually passed out, but he doesn’t mind.
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It’s hours before he finally returns. Humming amusedly at the sight of you, a smile on his face.
Voice sickly sweet as he asks, “Learned your lesson yet?” Standing above you in appraisal, hands in his pockets.
“Mngh–” you bumble out with a brittle whimper, barely audible, unable to shape the word, shivering on the floor, sweaty and dazed and numb from head to toe as the vibrations continue their rampage inside you, slowly but surely pulling you towards another devastation you can’t afford without feeling like you’re going to die, and yet so out of energy you can only try your best to anchor and brace for impact.
“Aw~” is all the sympathy he has to offer. Laughing as he squats down next to you, petting the gloss of your cheek with a curled digit. “Screamed so much you lost your voice, huh?”
Pulling his hand out of his pocket, he presents the slick black controller, as if teasingly flaunting it for you to see, finger hovering over the off button. Watching the hope and plead swirl within your puffy eyes, and basking in the power-trip it brings him.
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you.” Finally, he shows you mercy and ceases the toy’s incessant drumming, making you let out a long sigh of relief, still just lying there limp as he reaches between your legs and pulls the heavily ribbed toy out with a wet schlick.
And then he just stares at you for a moment, admiring his work with a tender smile. Thinking to himself, how he just can't stay mad at you when you're this adorable.
You thought he might just let you stay there, rest up, maybe sleep it off against the comforting cool floor, but it would seem he had other plans in store.
Grabbing your cuffed ankles, he treads himself through the loop, wearing you around his waist like a hula hoop as he sits criss-cross on the floor with you.
With your arms tied up behind your back, you’re left spread out and paralyzed like something slaughtered, forced to straddle his waist as his hand reaches for your already blaring clit.
“It’s so slippery it’s tough to pinch it. Come on now, little clitty, don’t be shy—come here.”
You would have screamed if you had any voice left, but after the many hours he’d made you suffer through orgasm after orgasm, you’re only able to whimper and cry, and then, painful as it is, his fingers on your tortured little bundle of nerves make you strangle out another.
“You just can't stop cumming, huh? So wet and messy and cute. Don’t forget to now breathe, baby.”
You would take his advice, but it’s not easy. The sensation of burning in your lower abdomen makes you hold your breath before stuttering out an outtake, all the while your heart goes into a frenzy, making it impossible for your lungs to ever catch up. Especially when he brings forth his other hand and kneads his palm into your lower belly, right into that tough spot where a massage was the very last thing you needed.
“Come on, just one more squeeze,” he sneers, voice beyond unhinged as he glares at the sight with a manic smile. “Promise, just one last time, and I'll finally fuck you for real, okay?”
He releases at once when it gives way, watching you lie there twitching and quaking, teary eyes staring into nothing with drool spilling out of your mouth like you’ve really gone all braindead from the pleasure.
He only hums, caressing your waist as he leans forth, nibbling on your chin, listening to the weak little moans that come out, asking you again, quite like he’d done at the start of the day when you’d given him a rather nasty reply, “You want my cock now?”
This time, you seem to have found enough manners to know the right answer, slurring out a broken little, “Ye-yes–”
He grins, kissing down your neck, “Yeah? You want me to put it in?”
You barely move aside from tiny little spasms provoked by his touches, but he thinks he can spot the ever-so-slight nod of your head while you repeat, “Yes-please–”
He chuckles at that, “Good girl…” Continuing to suck bruises into your chest as he pulls himself out and lays the hard length upon the wet bed of your puffy cunt, so overstimulated you jerk upon the contact, flinching prettily and moaning all weakly as he slides it down to your weepy entrance.
“Here you go, right there,” he croons while easing in. Holding your hips in a tight grip as he pulls you closer up on his lap, sinking in until he’s all the way inside.
He groans as it settles, face mushed against the soft fat of your tit, voice becoming breathy and heated, “You’re trembling on the inside.”
Slipping his arms underneath you, he gathers and pulls you upright, letting you sit, draped against him, all soft and exhausted as he boosts your butt with both arms and bounces you.
“This is all I wanted, baby—” he continues, even though he’s not sure you’re even able to hear him, as unresponsive as you are. He thinks you might have actually passed out, but he doesn’t mind.
groping and manhandling someone can be hotter than fucking them.
undressing them, groping their tits, squeezing their waist, manhandling their pretty body how i want and in the position i want, spanking and slapping them, pushing their hair away and cupping their cheeks to kiss them, hearing their whines and whimpers and sniffles, shoving my fingers down their throats, pushing them away just to see how they scurry back to me so desperately, marking them up, and just treating them how i want because they’re my little doll to mess around with.
