Suffering From A Hands-On-My-Tits Deficiency

suffering from a Hands-On-My-Tits deficiency

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.

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

breeding kink but not in the “i’m gonna cum inside you and get you pregnant” way but in the “you are just a dumb little animal with a warm hole and this is what you’re good for — being used and taking my seed and giving me offspring, and then doing it all over again” way

anyways. WHO is going to fuck me silly from behind and every time i start being able to talk again, you shotgun another hit into my mouth? pull me up by my hair or my throat so that you can kiss me???

"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."