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Red flags make me so fucking wet.
The only time I’m not completely worthless is when I’m naked, on my back and rubbing myself raw for a man’s amusement.
Tonight I hooked up with this random guy on tinder who was like twice my age and I licked his balls while he jerked off on my face and came all over me. He took pictures and patted my head and told me I was a good girl and it was so fucking humiliating and now I’m worried he’s gonna share the pictures with other men.
I’m porn, a puppy, a piggy, and property but I’ll never ever be a person.
Highly intelligent girls who are probably smarter than you submitting to you completely are so, so much better than the whole ‘dumb bimbo’ thing. Fight me.
Good puppies present themselves when commanded to do so. And they edge themselves silly for men’s amusement when told to do so as well.
Areblog means I edge for five minutes. Help me be a good puppy.
Use my face as a canvas and paint it white and yellow.
You’re an object, cunt. A pretty object, to be sure, but an object nonetheless. Your value and worth are totally dependent on two factors: How pretty you are and how obedient. That’s really all that matters for a thing like you.
Every inch of my body has been seen by thousands of strangers online. I am literally public property and I don’t know how to feel about that inescapable fact.
This is a cunt’s purpose. To serve, to amuse and to please men. That is my natural place and I accept it happily. I’m a whore, aren’t I?
The only time I have any worth or value is when I’m naked and spreading my little pretty holes.
Is there anything prettier than a naked girl writhing in her sheets with her hand between her little legs as she whimpers and moans for Daddy’s permission to come?
A pretty whore abusing her little ass would be so much prettier.
Masturbating to the thought of my own inferiority makes me feel like such a good girl.
Horny posting to fill the void
I just want someone who salivates every time they think about eating me out
grip the coochie of god
i’d love to fuck a bear (not the animal.)
knowing he’s stronger than me, that he could pin me if he wanted, that he could fuck me up if he didn’t like how i looked at him. but he won’t, and he doesn’t, because he’s my sweet little toy who’ll lay on his back for me and let me have my way with him
I want to be PUNISHED. Make me your punching bag, take your anger out with the whip and paddle. With your fingernails and teeth. Let me feel the passion behind every blow. Show me that I am nothing.
Remember, pets don’t talk. Beg with your eyes and with your body. Whimper and mewl like a good little pet, and perhaps I’ll give you a reward. You’d like that? Then show me how much you need it.
Don’t you just look adorable with my fingers in your mouth. It’s always a lovely time watching your brain go from wide awake to barely there the moment I press my thumb against your tongue. Your eyes light up, like you’ve been waiting all day for me to take what I want like this. You get so into it, so excited to swirl your tongue across my fingers before I’ve even touched you. All that eagerness on your face is like a work of art, all the way up to the saliva that trails from my fingertips to your tongue. It makes me almost feel guilty for ruining something so pretty. But the again, your mind is too far gone to care anyway
