Sin With Me ? 🙏🏻

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Idk why but doing sexy stuff with clothes on is so hot to me. Maybe it’s the added feel of fabric, the way it moves with a body, the way it tickles when being touched lightly. But like, sliding your hands up my top because you’re desperate to feel them, you playing with my pussy over my panties, rubbing my clit while it’s hugged by fabric, pulling my panties to the side so you can finger fuck me and feel how wet I am, kissing and sucking on my pussy through my panties to really get a good taste, but also tracing those sensitive parts of the hip bone right where your underwear hugs tightly with elastic, kissing and rubbing your cloth covered bulge between my thighs, or humping it against my clit, sticking my hand down them to play with your cock— it just feels so intimate and so desperate. You wanted your mouth on me so bad you couldn’t wait until I took it off? You’re so turned on in this exact moment that you just have to feel me? You think I’m so fuckable in this outfit that a little bit of you wants to fuck it too? Idk it’s just good.

Love is believing she is always ready to take your cock in no matter what. (cnc)

What if I want to hear you nerd about your favorite stuff on a short road trip, while you get to control all the music and the snacks 😤

My special interest is sharks and dinosaurs. Or I could explain the entire fnaf lore to you.

Objectification.

I’m tired of women being the ones put on display. It’s time men were treated like the decorative little playthings they are. Like some walking piece of meat, and nothing more.

I want them to dress for my eyes only. Tight shirts that cling to their chests, pants that show off every inch of their bulge, low waists that beg to be yanked down. Because that's all they're ever good for: women's entertainment.

They're not people—they're toys, eye candy, walking stress relief. Pretty little bodies, made to be ogled, abused, and used. Their comfort isn’t the priority, my satisfaction is. They weren’t made for independence or dignity; they were made to please. To serve. To look good kneeling, dripping, and humiliated.

Oh the things I crave …

⊹˚₊‧ will u marry me? nd make me ur pwincess boy !? ‧₊˚⊹

who wants to ruin me and force me to call them mommy?? 😊😊