Sloppily Sucking On The Barrell Of Her Gun Like I Can Make It Cum And When She Thinks Ive Done A Good

sloppily sucking on the barrell of her gun like i can make it cum and when she thinks ive done a good enough job she pulls the trigger.

divinity kink in less of a "fuck me in a nun habit" way and more of a "put me on my knees and rewrite my understanding of faith and show me what a loving god's hand feels like and give me mercy and wrath and splendor and leave your communion dripping from my lips and teach me how every part of my body was meant to worship you"

‘breathe in’ is such a vulnerable command. it could be chloroform, smoke, musk, but you listen to me no matter what :)

✨reblog if you are a massive nerd or if you have a breeding kink✨

i need bruises. on my skin.

thinking about being free use for a group of friends. any time they want, any of them can bend you over and take you, but even beyond that, they can tell you to flash them in public, lift your skirt up to make sure you’re not wearing panties and see how wet you’ve gotten by the day, change your plug out for a bigger one, a vibrating one, an inflatable one. any time you’re all hanging out, you sit on the ground, usually between someone’s legs, even if they’re not actively using you. they decide as a group if and what piercings, tattoos, brands you get, how you cut your hair, what your fashion is going to look like for the next few weeks. one of them is done with their gum, they whistle at you and you immediately know to open your mouth and stick out your tongue. they pinch your nipples through your shirt, sometimes just one of them, sometimes all of them, just to confirm if you wore a bra that day or not. they get near-constant sexual service, a toy to take their anger out on, an eager tongue to clean up any fluids, and you get…well, not nothing. if you didn’t have them, you wouldn’t have any friends. and they make sure you wouldn’t be able to make any more if you ever stopped coming around.