Honestly, It's A Damn Fucking Shame. There Are No Hooters In 100 Miles From Me!

Honestly, it's a damn fucking shame. There are no Hooters in 100 miles from me!

Not only would I maybe be a start eating out more (pun intended), but I'd maybe apply to work there too!!

Trans-swag aside, I have fuckin' baller tits! Two Fs for crying out loud! I may be soft and certainly curvy, but I'd make bank!

Just moaned cause I saw her pretty face

If someone should ever cum inside me, don't you dare pull out! Grind your cock into my cunt. Hold me by my throat and roll your hips against mine. Remind me over and over that I am yours

Organic Chemistry, my beloathed, why must you return with Biochemistry

Something that I love (and is somewhat dangerous about) getting high is just how horny I get

I am so vulnerable and my love of being corrupted is at an all time high.

Like, yes!, tell me to send you my nudes! Yes!, tell me to hump my pillow like a slut! Yes!, tell me that I should post my tits for the world!

Oh, please beg me to pull out when I rape you - I'd love to hear those little sobs in your voice. Tell me that you can't get pregnant, that I have to. Tell me while my bare cock pushes your fertile pussy open over and over again.

Because I'm not even going to pull out once I'm done. Once you've felt me push deep and pulse inside you - once you're helplessly full of my hot cum - I'm going to stay inside. Just proving the point. Grinding the head of my cock against your cervix and making sure that you feel every inch of me still invading you, even as my seed seeks your womb.

It's going to happen no matter what broken little noises come out of your mouth. But the more desperately you beg for me to pull out, the harder I'll be.