"fakeboy" This, "i Will Never Be A Real Man" That, How About I Gag You With My Boxers So That You Can't

wanna be called puppy in mundane situations, “thank you puppy” when i do you a favor, “pretty puppy” when i show off my outfit, “c’mere puppy” when asking to cuddle

sorry for curling up at your feet and whimpering like an injured dog that wasn't very mysterious of me

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Why don’t you come be a cowboy with me now. Don’t gotta sorry about nothin’ but being a man

Not to be autistic or anything but pleaseeeee let me lick and suck your tdick pleaseeeee.... i have an oral fixation and need to stim pleaseeeeee sir

i ❤️ ... (button sets, part 1) by Claire Thompson

happy eat rocks friday

Clicker training 😵‍💫😵‍💫

God. I need to be trained when to cum, when you bark for them , when to moan…

a priest kneels between my legs. he tells me i've been a bad pup, a menace, a threat to his holiness- but God will understand why he's doing this, right? God can see how difficult it is to resist temptation, right? he can confess his sins when he's done.

the sweet, sweet prince, he can't ignore it anymore. the want- no, the need to devour me. he spreads my thighs and gapes at my aching boycunt, already soaking wet and exposed. he leans forward. takes my tcock into his mouth and sucks. the motion is foreign to him, but i can see him- i can see his eyes roll back at the taste of a different kind of divinity.

his nails dig into my skin as he laps at my cunt, groaning at the taste, burying himself deep inside of me as he eats me like the finest fruit, the drinks me in like the smoothest wine. every time he pulls back for breath, i can hear his whispers of oh merciful lord, i come before you seeking forgiveness. but the poor thing can't seem to stop. not until i've cum. not until he sees that veering off his path was worth it.

when he sees my shaking legs and hears my whines and whimpers, he's transfixed; he grits his teeth and recites prayer after prayer as he frantically unzips his pants juuust enough to pull his cock out. he plunges deep inside of me with a cry of God's name and fucks me hard and fast, fast, fast, as if God will not see our sin if we are quick enough.

he cums deep inside of me, crying, guilty and wrecked. he prays God will understand.

he prays God will grant him grace when he sees me in the front pew the next Sunday, too.