Don’t Be Shy~ You Know You Wanna Show Me Your Gock 💋 Don’t Keep Mommy Waiting Babygirl

nothing a thick rapist momcock pounding into you can't fix

they will always win. they own us. 🙇🏾‍♂️

damn. 🙇🏿‍♂️

and i mean really, what's a cnc thighjob between friends

oh to be the pervy officer who’s determined you’re hiding something in your bra so i keep kneading and groping your tits, asking "what’s under here?" as i lift them up and let em drop. the tips of my thumbs trace the outline of your areolas and flick over your nipples, pinching and pulling on em just to smirk and mumble a "fuckin knew it. there’s somethin under here, huh?" when they start to harden.

who starts to half undress you for a ‘thorough’ search, threatening to write you up for indecent exposure if you don’t cooperate with me, telling you it won’t fare well for your career if everyone knows how much of a "needy slut who loves to show off" you are.

who sticks my hand past your waistband and runs my fingers over your lips, taunting you with the threat of being held overnight, knowing it’s only a matter of time before you beg me to "search" you so you can prove you’re not hiding anything.

who makes sure to slide 1, 2 more fingers in for good measure, curling my fingers against that spongy spot while i press the pad of my thumb against your clit. who coos at you when you grunt and squint your eyes but don’t protest. "such a naughty one. you gonna be like this in your cell too?"

who doesn’t let you cum (whether you'd admit or not, you wanted to). no, i "remembered" i hadn’t searched your mouth properly, so i quickly slide my fingers out, ignoring the way your desperate hole gapes and clenches around the space my fingers used to be before sticking all of them into your mouth all at once, and far enough so you don’t realize until it’s too late that a pill has slid down your throat, something i say will make you want it.

who, when you’ve finally sucked my fingers clean of your slick, slaps your ass and tells you to bend over the backseat. there’s one more hole i need to check…

what is life even about if not for fat femmes

saw the phrase "cuddle-rape" and it's. rewiring my brain. there are two main interpretations in which this is very good:

cuddlefucking, non-consensual style. we're spooning and you start feeling me up. i laugh and push your hands away, say i'm not in the mood. but you dont stop. you're nuzzling at the back of my neck and grinding against my ass, just a bit. i tell you to stop, firmer this time. i say i'm serious. you slide your fingers into my mouth to shut me up. you keep going. i start to cry. you keep going. you don't stop.

cuddling after rape. you've just finished violating me. i lay in the bed, sniffling and leaking. i'm too worn down to run. i won't look at you. you climb into bed next to me. i tense up. you lay down next to me and wrap your arm around me. i flinch away, but you don't do anything other than press a kiss to my head and hold me. it confuses me. i don't want you to hold me. but after what you've put me through, i desperately need the comfort. i hate myself for it, it disgusts me, but. i relax into your arms and begin to sob again anyway

if no one got me, i know mom got me!!

and my tiny tgirl ass

I don't care how flat my daughter is, I'm making that ass bounce.

Obsessed with when sadists tell me I'm so adorable they have to hurt me, like it's my fault. Like hiiii I'm here to inspire cuteness aggression ☺️