Not To Brag But Im Wanted By Some Very Important Organizations

look at this video of a mouse eating soup and bread and butter

objectively hilarious that my kinks boil down to "people are nice to me and patient with me and they tell me they like me" like damn bitch what did the world do to you ????

I NEED TO BE UUUUUSED AHHHHHHHH

Not to be too much of a whore, but pin me down and fill me?

the fundamental problem on this website is that if a homeless person tried to talk to most of y’all you’d be scared out of your minds

I want to be talked through everything. Am I doing good? Am I bad? Mock my facial expressions and moans for being so pathetic and needy. Tell me I take it so well. Tell me you could drown in my pussy because of how wet I am. Just keep talking.

it’s all fun and games until i get called a pet name and suddenly i can’t think anymore

don't care + running + jumping + skipping + hopping + having fun + playing

How I like it.

That blissed-out, fucked-stupid smile, lips parted, eyes glazed with pure need—like a pretty little trans girl lost in the pleasure of finally being seen, wanted. When words barely make sense, but she just nods, clinging to every touch, every praise, like it’s the sweetest affirmation of who she is. That soft, desperate look that says, more, please. Ruin me. Make me yours. Make me feel real.