Groaning 'That's It, It's Easier To Just Be A Victim, Isn't It Baby?' When They Finally Go Limp And Just

oh to be the pervy officer who’s determined you’re hiding something in your bra so i keep kneading and groping your tits, asking "what’s under here?" as i lift them up and let em drop. the tips of my thumbs trace the outline of your areolas and flick over your nipples, pinching and pulling on em just to smirk and mumble a "fuckin knew it. there’s somethin under here, huh?" when they start to harden.

who starts to half undress you for a ‘thorough’ search, threatening to write you up for indecent exposure if you don’t cooperate with me, telling you it won’t fare well for your career if everyone knows how much of a "needy slut who loves to show off" you are.

who sticks my hand past your waistband and runs my fingers over your lips, taunting you with the threat of being held overnight, knowing it’s only a matter of time before you beg me to "search" you so you can prove you’re not hiding anything.

who makes sure to slide 1, 2 more fingers in for good measure, curling my fingers against that spongy spot while i press the pad of my thumb against your clit. who coos at you when you grunt and squint your eyes but don’t protest. "such a naughty one. you gonna be like this in your cell too?"

who doesn’t let you cum (whether you'd admit or not, you wanted to). no, i "remembered" i hadn’t searched your mouth properly, so i quickly slide my fingers out, ignoring the way your desperate hole gapes and clenches around the space my fingers used to be before sticking all of them into your mouth all at once, and far enough so you don’t realize until it’s too late that a pill has slid down your throat, something i say will make you want it.

who, when you’ve finally sucked my fingers clean of your slick, slaps your ass and tells you to bend over the backseat. there’s one more hole i need to check…

Thinking about ‘aww my poor baby, let it all out for mommy, hm?’ As I fall apart in her arms into a whimpering mess as she thrusts her fingers into me again and again.

I've always had a thing for mean girls...

Pretty mean girls who will make little snide remarks but refuses to let anyone kick her "entertainment" out of the group. A pretty mean girl who rolls her eyes every time I get too interested in something strange. A pretty mean girl who will use me to give her an ego boost every now and again, hears me tell her how gorgeous she is and smirks saying, "Oh, I know."

I want her to invite me to a sleepover, and lies to me saying, "You're the only one that came." To fall into her little trap as she once again uses me for her amusement, watches me trip over myself to impress her, let her dye my hair, do my make-up, dress me up like her personalized whore.

Then she gets me drunk, and gives me an edible, and well, she's a girl, she's safe, right?

Minutes later, I'm under her, heel stepping harshly on my chest. She says I'm going to regret coming over to her house...

But I don't think I will...

My page is so crazy because like you'll see wholesome fat girl Yuri scroll then read about my noncon race play kinka lol

no, you got carried away filming pillow humping clips

i don't see how you could even blame me for molesting and violating my daughter when she's such obvious rapebait

God I wish my girlfriend would do this to me