I Like Mine Obsessed And Touchy

i like mine obsessed and touchy

watch what you say to me I'm literally so grope-able and my pussy gets crazy wet

Aw darling, you're stressed? Tired? Anxious? Come here and bend over for me, doll. I've got just the thing for you. Just like that, there's a good pet. Shush, don't worry baby. I'm gonna fuck those silly little thoughts right out of your head for you. Aww, don't whine. I promise, it's suppossed to hurt like that. You'll feel so much better soon. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be such a stupid brainless cumdump you won't even be able to remember what was bothering you in the first place.

I think it’s cute how many people lose their minds over a dominant feminine woman. They say we’re so pretty, but I know what they really want. I know what you really want. Mommy’s hands pinning you to the bed, Mommy’s thighs holding you in place, Mommy’s cock thrusting into your greedy little body. You want to be stretched so hard around my strap that you whimper every time I push in. Until I shove my fingers into your mouth and growl an order into your ear. Be quiet. Take my cock, fucktoy, and shut up. I don’t need to hear your complaints.

“Mommy it hurts! Please! Hurts!” Oh does it hurt? Hm? Does it? Are you gonna be able to walk by the end of this baby? Are you gonna pass out? Gonna drool all over yourself like a pathetic little bitch before falling limp on Mommy’s cock? Gonna clench around my strap even when you’re unconscious?

"aw, honey. you're okay, you're okay, just take it for me, easy. i know it's big, you can take it. deep breaths, doll."

"atta boy, atta boy. i trained you well."

"so obedient. so wet for me too, god. pathetic mutt."

"look at me. no, look at me, slut. there you go."

"pretty dog."

"sit. good boy. now beg."

"drop the attitude. no? need me to fuck it out of you? fine."

"god, you're nothing but a dumb dog, aren't you? nothing behind those eyes."

"c'mon, open your mouth, pup. take my fingers, that's it."

"did i say you could stop?"

"sweet thing, so precious with my hands around your throat. no, stop squirming. don't make this harder for yourself."

quiet, overstimulated “you’re hurting me!” followed by faster, eager thrusts pushing deep and locking fingers with them to pin their hands in place and groaning in their ear about how well their cunts taking it despite