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I'm such a dumb bunny when I have a pretty girl to play with me

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I wear a ponytail and pretty lipgloss then give you puppy eyes

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You fuck my throat like I'm a fleshlight and smack your cock across my face

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use size kink against me. Tower over me. Wrap your hands around my neck and squeeze hard. Tell me how easy it is to manhandle me. Have your way with me. All while praising me, reminding me how tiny I am compared to you.

obsessed with the thought of being so good and so perfect for him that he can’t help but show me off to all of his friends

Never been remotely interested in sensory deprivation before and suddenly its a need right now 😳

Blindfold + noise cancelling headphones so the only sense she has access to is the feeling of my throbbing cock pounding in and out of her dripping hole

when he gets you really horny and in such a deep subspace that you just want to answer “yes, sir.” to everything he says without thinking about consequences 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

fingering her while you grip her face and whisper all of the dirty things that you going to do to her after

"use your words baby" 😵‍💫😵‍💫

I can see it—the way your mind won’t stop, the way you’re unraveling, drowning in your own thoughts. You’re overthinking again, spiraling into a place I won’t let you stay. You don’t belong there, baby. You belong to me.

I grab your wrists, pinning them hard against the wall, my body pressing into yours, holding you still. My eyes lock onto yours, dark and unyielding. ‘Enough,’ I growl, my voice low, steady, undeniable. ‘You’re done thinking. That’s not your job right now.’

My hands trail down your arms, over your sides, deliberate and slow, forcing your focus onto every single touch. My lips find your neck, kissing, biting, marking you—not out of anger, but to remind you who’s in control. ‘Feel me, baby,’ I whisper, my breath hot against your ear. ‘Let me pull you out of that head of yours. Let me show you what you really need.’

I guide you, breaking you down piece by piece—every soft gasp, every shiver, every surrendering moment pulling you further from the chaos in your mind and deeper into me. You try to resist, but your body betrays you, arching into my hands, my voice commanding every inch of you.

‘There’s no room for overthinking here,’ I murmur, my grip tightening as I take you completely. ‘Just me, just this, just you falling apart exactly how I want.’ And as I push you past every barrier, breaking you down until there’s nothing left but raw, aching need, I smirk. ‘That’s it, baby. That’s what you needed. You’re mine now.’