Would I Look Prettier With A Bullet Through My Head Or A Bullet Pressed To My Clit?

ugh finally got a suction cup dildo, can wait to sit on it and scroll on tumblr at my desk

wanna do this on @beuclair :3

am i extremely sore from being a good pup? yes

do i intend to keep being an obedient plaything? also yes

will i regret it in a couple days? most definitely

أحتاجك إلى الأبد في حياتي

“Not now baby, I’m tired.” I groan, burying my face into the pillows.

“I know sweetheart. I know. Just- here just hold- theeeere you go…”

I whine gently as I feel you slip off my soft little pyjama bottoms, your big warm hands running up the backs of my legs.

“I don’t want t-” My complaint is cut short by a squeal as your hand cracks down on the round curve of my ass. Once. Twice. Three times.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Your hand covers my mouth, yanking my pretty face up out of its hiding place just at the same moment as your big, thick cock pushes its way inside me.

“Mmh! N- n- nnnnn…”

“God, you’re so wet.” Your voice is right by my ear, your cock stretching out my tight little holes.

Pounding into me. Over and over again. Harder and harder. Making me scream. Making me cry.

“Shut up. Just shut the fuck up and take my cock.” My moans are muffled against your palm, my tears rolling down over your fingers as they dig into the sides of my face.

i have never wanted to end my life as much as i do today

The dimly lit room created an atmosphere of fear, the only sound being the soft, repressed moans of forced pleasure from a vibrator roughly pressed to her clit.She lays naked on the bed, bound and restricted, her body glistening with sweat with streaks of blood trickling down her thighs. her owner stood by the side of her, his eyes filled with desire and hunger as he held a knife with one hand. proud of his mutilation he had brought on her, his initials bold across her thigh and his pet name on the other “whore”. he throws the knife into he background and withdraws a gun hidden in his waistband. panic overtakes her as she begins to sob as she feels the barrel placed against her forehead. ‘no’ was no longer an option.

i don’t fight, i bite :3

real

I automatically think it's disgusting when someone other than me interacts with you.

pretty safe to assume that after midnight i’m either wet and needy or having a breakdown

got a new dress today, what do you think :3