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Bucky: So, what’s it like living with Carol?

Y/N: She once referred to sand as “heterosexual glitter”.

Bucky: …

Y/N: I love her so much.

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Hello, 👋

I wish you and your families safety and happiness from the bottom of my heart. ❤️

Please help us save my family from these difficult circumstances. 🙏

Please Donate now if you able and reblog this appeal with your friends. 🌹

Thank you all for your support and kind hearts. 🌹❤

god bless you and your family 🙏

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caitlyn jerking off into (all) your panties

tw; jealous!caitlyn, pantyhuffing, pantyfucking, somnophilia, brat!tamer!caitlyn except she’s also a brat (what is cumming in all your girlfriends panties if not an exceedingly explosive temper tantrum) wc; 1.6k

She'd never. Caitlyn is not some lowlife pervert. On a usual day, if she felt the need—she’d simply use you, instead. Like, c'mon. Get serious. Why would she do that when she could simply pull you over with a kiss to your nape and have your pussy greedily suck up her cock and the cum she so graciously spills into you? All deep and eager and ever so snug around her shaft? She'd never stoop so low as to go about fishing around your dirty laundry. Not when she has the real thing. How dare you even suggest that.

You know, on a usual day. Unless. Unless if it were a day she wanted to give you a little reminder of just who you belong to; but without granting you the satisfaction of her, inside of you. Filling you up, like your insatiable, greedy little pussy always so aches for. Unless if it were a day you were begging for her attention, in ways she finds completely fucking distasteful. For instance; if you were at some social event—philanthropy (what a joke), your hand curled around that boy from Noble House of Whatshisface? Laughing, that hopelessly infatuating laugh that carries across the breeze and infects a flurry of heart-eyes across the entire pavilion. 

On a day, in which Caitlyn is incorrigibly, inconsolably, infuriatingly jealous.

She knows you’re just begging for a fuck. Just by the way your head slants and your eyes meet hers, for the briefest moment. Eyes glittering, even though you can’t possibly see the way her grasp tightens on her wine from the way you’ve leaned so close. Her darling brat who will act a complete and utter slut for her attention. 

But Caitlyn won’t give you what you want. What good would that do? She does, however, give you the cold shoulder for the night. Eye-patch facing you, and all. It’s infuriating, for the both of you. Usually, she’d have your legs hooked around her shoulders as she fucked the utter audacity out of you, already. The entire night, you’re on edge, waiting for her to roughly yank you to the side and just fuck you, already.

(Not that Caitlyn doesn’t want to. Oh, the thought has pre-cum stickying her panties and her dick drawing up, underneath her backless dress that hugs her figure like so. Yet, alas, because you’re so intent on being such a fucking brat—the two of you are as stubborn as mules—and there's no way in hell she'll give you the satisfaction. Though, that being said; that doesn’t mean she should refuse herself of her own pleasure.)

Which has her; here. Settled on the end of the bed, eyes lidded heavy as her cock rouses in her hand, simply at the sight of your sleeping form. Granted, it helps that you’re moaning her name.

“Cait—“ That breathy little voice does wonders. You roll over, thighs squeezing in your sleep. She wonders, what exactly you’re dreaming of. If even in your sleep, you’re still whining for her to fill you up and fuck you raw. She did send you to bed, wet and wanting, after all.

Caitlyn skims her nightgown over her thighs, and silently slips the drawer to your underwear open. Has one of your clean panties in her hand, wrapped around her cock, in only seconds. Her breathing shallowing as she falls back against the bed, propped up by the elbows, gliding the silken fabric along her length. 

Her hand curls into a fist, pre-cum spurting out in gobs. Her slit, glossy. She hisses, low, so as to not to wake you—as she slowly begins to jerk herself off by the fabric of your panties. Biting back a growl when your legs brush against her hips and the skinship is enough for a guttural sound to crawl from her throat, eyes fluttering upwards as her pace increases. God, if only you weren’t such a brat, today. She could be unloading in you, instead of her fucking the daylights out of your laundry. You certainly wouldn’t be asleep right now, if that were the case.

Caitlyn takes a deep, shuddering breath, sliding up and over to nose into the nape of your neck, still fisting her cock through the thin veneer of your underwear. She breathes you in, eyes rolling back as her dick slides, pressing against your ass, heat against heat. It leaves a slick residue behind. Still, she can’t do anything about it—that would ruin the point of all this—and instead, she’s left to fantasise the feeling of you; stretching around the thick girth of her cock. How you'd take her as she burrows her deep, deep inside; jammig herself, impossibly flushed—at a slight tilt, the way that always gets you screaming—her cum dripping hot from your hole.

She orgasms, just thinking of the strangle. 

Caitlyn cums into your panties, again, and again and again. A fresh pair, each time, until none of your undergarments are even remotely wearable. They're drenched—completely saturated in her cum. No match for the warmth of your cunt, but it’ll do.

She saves the prize for last, of course. By now, she’s panting, elbows wobbly as she grunts in effort, lifting herself up off the end. Her dick pulses weakly in her hand. 

It takes an immeasurable amount of her willpower; to not press her still-leaking head along your folds (glistening, pulsing, tempting) and settle for dragging your panties, cautiously, down your shifting legs. Oh, fuck. They’re so wet. Like; so-fucking-wet. She can smell it.

Ugh. 

She smothers herself with your used panties and breathes in, deep. Shit. They’re still warm, dampness stifling against her cheeks. A whine, filtered by the way she burrows herself into the fabric. She’s not sure quite what you’re dreaming about (her cock splitting you open, hopefully. At least, that's what she’s dreaming of, right now), but it’s certainly left your panties practically drowned.

Her cock twitches back to life, and never had Caitlyn been so happy to have the refractory time of a volcano as she bites into the wet fabric and beats herself til’ she’s raw. Half-delirious on the scent of your arousal, dampening the fabric—along with her own saliva, her own cum, for each time she feels her balls tighten and her muscles seize she’s wrapping the silk around her cock again and burying her face into the mattress to muffle her croons. The fact your cunt is only inches away, so tantalisingly close, only serves to drive her further off the edge—stuffing your panties back up to huff as she gets intoxicated on the aftermath of your wetness.  

When she's finally, finally, milked herself dry—she flops back, beside you. Thanks the stars you’re such a heavy sleeper. Her cock sighs downwards, head swollen and rubbed raw, uselessly splurging the leftover cum as her balls clench and unclench, thoroughly fucked herself out. 

(And she calls you, insatiable).

The next morning, the bed is empty. Caitlyn’s an early riser, so you don’t think anything of it. Sluggishly, head foggy with sleep, you blindly reach to slip into the panties you left out to change into, last night (because your admirable pre-emptiveness includes anticipation of wet dreams) and— oh. Oh, my god.

It's wet. And sticky.

You pad to your girlfriend’s study, irritation (and arousal) prickling all over. Each motion sends an uncomfortable squelch along your thighs, as the damp fabric clings to your skin, and the sodden warmth of your folds.

“Caitlyn.” 

“Yes, love?”

“You came in my underwear.”

“Mm.”

“You came in all my underwear.”

Not for the first time, you curse all the gods below and above and currently walking the earth that blessed Caitlyn with such an impeccably statuary poker face. Her impassive, “Mhm,” betrays nothing, though, the exaggerated sip of her tea belies a spark of deep, deep amusement at the sight of you standing in the doorway, in only your panties, the damp spot of her own cum soaking it to the bone. You are evidently, pissed. And reeking of her. It’s delightful. 

“I suppose you’ll just have to go commando, til' they're washed.”

“You did this shit on purpose!“ You accuse, ignoring the hotness in your cheeks as you dangle one of many soiled pairs in your hands, waving the sopping thing as if Caitlyn isn’t intimately aware of how it felt to ruin your clothes with each arc and spurt and burst of her cum. (Extremely good, if you were wondering). 

“Did I, now?” Caitlyn doesn’t even flinch, though she’s stopped bothering to stifle a smirk. “Did you or did you not, slobber all over that pageboy in hopes that i would drag you away and fuck you in an impassioned fit of jealousy?”

Ok, well.

“Not. Don't be conceited.” You scoff, ignoring the crimson on your cheeks and sudden flare of heat sparking between your legs because, fuck, yes. That's precisely what you were gunning for. 

She shrugs, like, have it your way, and returns to matters that are entirely less important than your current lack of wearable underwear. You whine. Consider stamping your foot, even, because hello? It takes another two seconds of standing there in your underwear, hardening with your girlfriend's inexplicable amount of cum, for you to cave.

“Fine. Whatever. We're even now. Let me borrow one of yours—we have a meeting in an hour.”

“Hm. No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean; no.”

“What? You already didn’t fuck me yesterday.” Maybe you sound a little whiney, but really. You'd pulled out all the stops, and Caitlyn hadn’t even stuck you the tip. Continued punishment seems wholly unnecessary. “This isn’t fair.”

“So, you think you’re entitled to my cock, now? That's awfully manipulative of you. Consent is important, you know.”

You scoff. “Oh, rich coming from the woman who just used my entire underwear drawer as a cumrag.”

Caitlyn sighs, faux wistfully. “Aren’t we made for each other?” 

Her laugh follows you as you storm out, throwing your hands up in the air and accepting your fate, (if only because you know she’ll ghost her fingers up your thigh and slide her digits into you, under the table, during said meeting. You know her like the back of your hand. That's when you’ll get the fucking you deserve.) 

Caitlyn can only hold herself back so much, after all. For now, though—you'll have to suffer with the stickiness between your thighs—and the wretched ache in your cunt. Ugh. You'll take care of it. All by your lonely self.

Man. Fuck your girlfriend.

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how do you speak your username. been ruminating on this for a while now… going by yam suggests emphasis on the first part of the username but the rest phonetically befuddles me. how is ‘eoto’ spoken? ‘ee-oh-toh’ or ‘eyo-toh’ or ‘eoh-too’?? not to mention if the yam is misleading and the username can be broken to ‘yame-oto’ yame as in dame… a whole new world of possibilities please relieve me from this stressor it’s deeply unsettling

yam ee-oh-toh (in which the eoto rolls off the tongue). your intellectual curiosity is charming. i’m charmed

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Hello:

I am Muhammad Shehab from Gaza🍉. I support a family of 6 people. My sick mother and father, my wife Hiyam, and my sons (Zain and Yahya). I have a gofundme campaign that I created to treat my mother and father, protect my family, and get them out of the danger of the war on Gaza🍉. We live in very difficult circumstances Help me we are still very far from the goal. I hope everyone will donate even a little. I am confident that you will stand with me and support me until I achieve my goal and save my family from the danger of war. Share my story. Pin my story to your page. Everything helps. Can you share some of my posts from time to time? Maybe the internet will be cut off in my area. Thank you

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the edit itself

this edit is getting taken down from tiktok every time someone reuploads it, its straight up censorship at this point

Im not even american but im having a great time with this

DONT LET THIS DIE

credit to miraculousgastropod for the original

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Butch werewolf vi x femme vampire cait?

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!! DONT SKIP !! donations urgently needed Please Help Save My Niece Asel’s Life 🍉💔

My name is Mohammed, and I am a math teacher from Gaza. My family and I have lost everything. We were forced to flee our home, and now we live in a tent, struggling to survive. But the pain that haunts me every day is not just our loss—it is the suffering of my precious niece, Asel. 😢

Asel is only a young child, but she has already endured horrors that no child should ever have to face. She lost her parents and siblings in an Israeli airstrike. 💥 The explosion took them from us in an instant, leaving Asel alone, broken, and traumatized. She is only a child, but she carries the weight of unbearable grief and fear every day. 💔😞

This fundraiser is vetted by butterflyeffect.project NUMBER 1013 on the spreadsheet here

Asel is like my daughter now. She holds onto me with the hope that I can protect her, that I can give her a future away from the bombs and violence that surround us. Every night, when she falls asleep in our makeshift shelter, I wonder if she will ever know the warmth and safety of a real home again. 🛏️🍉

The war in Gaza is destroying everything. It is tearing apart families, killing innocent children, and leaving countless others in despair. We are desperate to escape, to find safety in Egypt when the Rafah crossing opens again. But we cannot do it alone. We need your help. 🙏

We are reaching out for your support so that we can leave Gaza and start anew. Asel deserves to grow up in a place where she is safe, where she can heal from the trauma she has experienced, and where she can dream of a future filled with hope, not fear. 🌈 She deserves to go to school, to play, to smile without the weight of war on her shoulders. But we cannot give her that future without your help. ✨💖

Please, help us save Asel’s life. Help us get to safety before it’s too late. Every dollar you donate will bring us one step closer to a new beginning, where Asel can find peace, security, and a chance to rebuild her shattered life. 🏃‍♂️💨

If you cannot donate, please share our story. Spread the word so others can help. Every share counts. Asel’s future is in your hands. 🫶

Thank you for your kindness, your generosity, and your compassion. We are forever grateful for your support in this time of unimaginable need. 🙏💚🍉

Thank you for reading their story. Please don’t keep scrolling without sharing

here is the link to my fundraiser

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Hi dear donors ! ❤️

I would like to extend my thank and gratitude for the support you have been offering over the last eleven months. ❤️☺️

My family and I have been suffering and going through the hardest days we have ever experienced in our life . Things are very hard to get and and sometimes unattainable.😭😓

Our sufferings and hardship started on the first days of the war when all our possessions were completely destroyed and burned. We have become displaced and homeless , finding ourselves in a small tent in streets with no means of life. We lack every single necessary thing of life; food, water, hygiene essentials, and other necessities have become scarce and rare.

A photo taken to show how incredibly harsh our life has become after the war. We are struggling and facing lots of barriers to obtain the simplest necessities for living. Everything single thing is a complete story.

You can't imagine what difficulties we have been going through all these days of war. No cooking gas , nor cooking tools exist . We struggle to prepare a small meal of food.

No bakeries are available. Everything seems a miracle and unbelievable.😭 The war has stolen our joy and smile, leaving us busy thinking only of staying safe and alive. Our future has gone with the wind and our kids lost their dreams and ambitions.

This is a part of burying the dead. We also face some problems in the process of buying our dead people as no place is there for the family. Tombs aren't enough for the number of people living on a small spot of land.

A photo taken for the morning queue of filling our gallons with drink water. We wait hours to get some water for drink. Our life is full of tragedy and sadness.

Our sufferings and hardship started on the first days of the war when all our possessions were completely destroyed and burned. We have become displaced and homeless , finding ourselves in a small tent in streets with no means of life. We lack every single necessary thing of life; food, water, hygiene essentials, and other necessities have become scarce and rare.

A photo taken to show how incredibly harsh our life has become after the war. We are struggling and facing lots of barriers to obtain the simplest necessities for living. Everything single thing is a complete story.

So I am asking you generous donors to help me find safety and stability for my family through your generous donations whatever you can or through your shares of my messages and reposting them to help reach the ultimate goal sooner.

Yours.

YOURS

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Help Family Raghad🙏🏻🍉

Hello everyone! My name is Raghad and I am from Gaza. I am currently in my third year of university at the Faculty of Dentistry in Egypt. Before the genocide, I relied on paying my tuition fee ($3000) from my father. Now, our home in the Gaza Strip in the Khan Younis area has been destroyed. Throughout the genocide, my dear father lost his job, which was our source of livelihood, and all of our financial resources became inaccessible.

Currently, my mother’s family (my mother’s brothers and sisters and their children) and my father’s family (my father’s brothers and sisters and their children) are all in the Gaza Strip in an area called Al-Mawasi. All of them live in tents and are struggling everyday to survive.

Living in Egypt has increasingly been difficult for me and my family. 5 months ago, my family (my mother @ranasadeq , father, three sisters and one brother) evacuated from Gaza and are struggling to pay our rent and daily expenses. My brother,@mahmoud-sd who is still studying high school online, needs $100 per month for his tuition. My three sisters, who are also in school, each require $100 per month for their tuition.

Due to the harsh living conditions and the extremely high cost of living in Egypt, we must pay $150 per month for rent. Additionally, we face great difficulty in meeting our obligations, as my family’s monthly expenses are approximately $600, covering high prices for food, water, electricity, gas bills, and medical expenses for my grandmother.

In conclusion, I need about $20,000 in total to cover me and my family’s Here are the details:

>>>FAMILY NEEDS<<<

*Housing and Daily Expenses*:

  - House rent: $150 per month

  - Monthly family expenses: $600 (includes high prices for food, water, electricity, and gas bills)

  - Medical expenses for grandmother

*Education*:

  - Brother’s high school tuition: $100 per month

  - Three sisters’ school tuition: $100 per month each

*Extended Family*:

  - Mother’s family and father’s family in Gaza (Al-Mawasi area) living in tents and struggling to survive

>>>EXPENSES FOR RAGHAD<<<

*University Tuition*:

  - Previous academic year: $3000

  - Current academic year: $3000

  - Total tuition fees: $6000

*Dental Supplies*:

  - Cost: $300

*Daily Living Expenses*:

  - Monthly expenses: $100

Everything we have in Gaza has been destroyed. I know that you have unconditional love for the people of Gaza and that you support us.

Donate if$20. if you can't donte, share my story,please! l need your donate to help me and my family🙏🏻😥

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Struggling for Bread: A Plea for Survival and Dignity😥

During the war💥, not only have many lost their lives to violence, but others have tragically died 😭from stampedes and overcrowding while trying to obtain bread🥖.

🚨What is the world waiting for?🚨

Save us so we can feed ourselves, so we can buy flour instead of standing in endless lines.

Our suffering is unbearable, and all we ask for is the chance to survive with dignity.

Your donation could save our lives from death in all its forms.

👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇

ht2tps://gofund.me/69d9ed7c

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More than a year and still suffering 😔

Hello 👋, my name is Mahmoud, and I am a high-achieving high school student from Gaza. For more than a year, I have endured living under constant bombardment, facing fear and immense suffering. The struggle for basic necessities has been relentless, and the pain of losing loved ones and experiencing injustice is overwhelming. Despite these challenges, I remain hopeful and optimistic, constantly seeking ways to rebuild our lives.

I have been blessed with the opportunity to complete my final and most crucial academic year at the Al-Azhar Institute in Egypt. However, to make this dream a reality, I need to travel and cover my living expenses there. The costs for coordination, travel, and living in Egypt are significantly high, and I am in dire need of assistance. 🙏

This is why I am reaching out to kind-hearted individuals for support. With your generous donations, no matter how small or large, you can help me overcome these hurdles and continue my education. Your support will not only help me achieve my academic goals but also enable me to assist my family and contribute positively to my community.

In times of hardship, it is hope that keeps us going. Your contribution can be the light that guides me through this challenging journey.

Thank you for your time and consideration. ❤️

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dangerous,,,

My son Adam, who is two and a half years old, suffers from constant constipation and we do not know the reason Please help Adam go out for treatment outside the Gaza Strip 🍉🇵🇸 and be of help to us We cannot provide any kind of treatment or healthy food. Any donation, even a small one, makes a difference Please donate and share 🙏🙏🙏

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that’s basically how santa barbara went lmao

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ME ME ME:

scarlet Salvatore!

Godly parent: Aphrodite

mortal parent: Jeffery Salvatore(but don’t worry abt me, worry abt you, and them bum ass kids, and where tf yall gon sleep tonight)

gender: female

age: 15(just turned)

pronouns: she/her

biracial

nicknames: scar, dite’s favorite

taken/lover: no/none

sexuality: lessssbbbiiiaaannn

rivals: silena(as of now)

best friends:

siblings: Silena Beaugard Drew Tanaka, lacy, Piper Mclean

favs: (let’s not be federal)

personality: emotional, compassionate, clingy(lover), ambivert

(EX:)…

one of many changing catchphrases: “Messy boots!”

ooc:

hey guys! Feel free to rping any time! I don’t have too many rules and I’m pretty opened minded. As I get people in the RP you will be tagged for the character you’re playing! Let me know if you want me to start something with an open starter! Ask literally any questions, go in my inbox to start something, anything!

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hey guys! After hearing some news i decided to hop back into RP after over a year of being away from it!

fandoms( currently)

scream, dc, arcane, the boys, tlou, pjo, THG, etc(I’m in many, even really small fandoms).

ask me anything you need but I will say I do use an oc for each fandom! (Though I’d be open to a canon character)

have fun!

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Yameoto! Which one of the arcane girlies do you think has a girl dick, my money is on Caitlyn 🥴

girldick caitlyn who can’t control herself around you.

tw: dubcon, cnc.

caitlyn kiramman in that tightass enforcer uniform having to adjust her bulge every so often because it’s getting in the way. caitlyn kiramman having impeccable selfcontrol (as a kiramman should) but she can’t stop her dick from twitching when she sees you, literally doing nothing but yawning—arms stretching up and slipping a sliver of torso—and all of a sudden, she has to excuse herself and palm her cock calm, in the bathroom, eyes rolling backwards as she murmurs your name is hushed breaths.

you’re a liability. because there is a war burgeoning on the horizon, and yet everytime she sees you—her mind narrows into a tunnel, and her one, carnal desire is to sink herself hilt-deep into you. it’s more than debauched—it’s debased. decidedly distracting. caitlyn can’t afford to give in. to the craven, bestial want of hearing her balls slap against your skin as she plunges herself deep enough that her tip thrusts against the spongey slick sweetness of your g-spot as she has you a quivering mess underneath her as she pulls out just in time to paint your stomach with the creamy expanse of her cum—

god, she’s hardening just thinking about it. must you tease her like this? being your beautiful, insufferable, innocuous self?

she holds on. she does. until you’re sparring with caitlyn and you accidentally knee her in the groin and she gasps out loud, has to choke off a moan when her mind just blanks; and you end up pinned to the floor, her body lowered above you, the thick tent in her pants digging, prominent and inevitable. she’s trying. she really is. but she can feel the warmth of your core, right there, and her entire body is screaming for her to just give in. her arms tremble with the effort; and she’s trying really, really hard not to grind against you right now. but at some point she can’t help herself and for a brief moment you’re wondering why she’s not getting off of you and offering your hand for another round, until you realise it’s because she’s too busy rutting up against your knee with her cock pulsing out of her trousers, pushing insistently up against your crotch with desperate pants. her hands fumbling to unbuckle her belt and your mouth goes dry when her dick is suddenly hot and heavy and slapping against your stomach, spilling out an excessive amount of precum against your sweat-slicked skin. she rubs herself sloppily up against you, hands pinning you down as she noses greedily down your neck. “fuck, darling. you drive me crazy.” grunting, teeth pulling at your neck as she just grinds. could come just by the friction alone—but there’s no pride in that. so of course she’s tearing your pants down and pulling your panties aside. doesn’t even bother working you up with her fingers. your tight little cunt is already wet with want, and your eyes blow wide and she savours the pretty little gasp that rips raw from your throat when she drives herself into you with force— pants, in your ear, pressing your back flush against the mat as she thrusts, deep and wanton, your torso sticky with her fluids as she forces you down, with the crushing weight of her body.

she’s a kiramman. she’s the head of house kiramman. except, the only head she’s thinking is the head of her cock as she kisses the tears from your cheeks and rears back, moaning, guttural, as she slips free from your clenched pussy and snaps her hips when she cums on top of you. splattering against your torso, staining your clothes. can’t help herself when she plunges back in. “just one more time.” she hisses, a promise she will break about countless times in just the next hour, fingers pressing your thighs apart, cunt loosened by her rough fucking, lubricated with her own slick.

you make her lose all inhibitions.