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Mom and big sis spit roasting little sibling for bonding time <3

The little sibling keeps passing out but at least she's making mommy and big sis happy <3

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tummy tuesday but make it gayyy with @somepunknamedshae

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Are you alone? Good. Get on your knees for me. What's the matter? Aren't you going to do what I say? I said get on your knees, now. On the floor or the bed or whatever the fuck, I don't care. Just get down onto your knees and spread your fucking legs apart.

Good. There we go. See? That wasn't very hard, was it? And it feels good to be good, doesn't it? See how you just did what I said? That's because you're a little bitch. Say it. Say "I am a little bitch" out loud. Right now.

Awee, good job! See how much this is turning you on? You're practically aching to touch yourself. Are you touching, darling? Stop.

Did I fucking tell you to touch yourself? Did I?? Hands off. Pathetic how much its throbbing already... Spank it for me. Again. Harder.

Good. Now you can rub. Did that hurt, my angel? I'm sorry I had to make you do that, it's just important you learn to follow orders, okay? Its for your own good. Now, touch yourself for me.

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neeed

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I love when you can tell a tgirl is sooo proud of the cute little tits she has grown on e. You want to show them off in that little top, darling? Why don't we just pull it up? Now you can really show them off. In fact, we should get rid of the bra too, shouldn't we? Let me do it, I'll hold your arms. See? Now everyone can see how pretty they are. Don't be embarrassed, this is what you wanted, isn't it? Your nipples are so hard, look at that, you slutty girl... We should let people touch them too, that way they'll really feel how much they've grown. Be polite now, no reason to get shy. I don't care if they're too sensitive, baby, we say thank you when people play with our tits, don't we? Good girl. Just take it.

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Idk if someone already brought them up but uh. What about 5' 9" chubby or fat hucows/cow girls.

-nebulanightmarequeen (I haven't sent an ask here in a while lol)

To be fair, this is less cause the height, and more cause cow girl. That being said, the obvious choice is either putting the cutie in the barn with the other cows to get milked while rewarding the ones who give extra with fresh creampies and breeding sessions, or keeping you in the house to milk in the mornings for my oatmeal or cereal~

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wanna be called puppy in mundane situations, “thank you puppy” when i do you a favor, “pretty puppy” when i show off my outfit, “c’mere puppy” when asking to cuddle

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Fun fact: If you're tall and make fun of a short girl's height, she may actually climb on a stool to facefuck you for five hours straight until you actually choke on her cum. This is especially true if she's your little sister

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ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻ kiddo who whimpers out of frustration and pushes away when they’re close x Mom who “hey, shh, it’s okay sweetheart. just breathe for Momma, i know it feels funny, im sorry sweet girl. im gonna make it feel better in just a second, yeah? attaaa girl, there we go, all better, see? Momma never lies, no no no.”

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Fuck nudes send me audios of you cumming and saying my name.

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She smiles—soft, knowing, like she already understands everything I’m about to say without me ever needing to say it. And then she presses her lips to mine, and suddenly, there is no world outside of this. It’s just her. Just me. Just the quiet, aching gravity pulling us together, inevitable as the tide.

My hands drift to her sides, fingertips ghosting over the soft curves of her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. She sighs into my mouth—quiet, breathless, open—and I think I might die from it. And then she tilts her head, her lips breaking away from mine, dragging slow over my jaw, down to my throat. Again. Again. Again.

Each kiss lands like a bruise waiting to bloom, like she’s sinking herself into my body, like she wants to leave something of herself behind.

Fuck. Am I dying?

Because it feels like it—like I’m falling under, unraveling, being pulled apart seam by seam with nothing to hold onto but the press of her mouth against my skin.

My fingers slip into her hair, gripping, desperate, needing something to anchor me before I dissolve completely. Her breath is hot, the slide of her lips against my neck slow and deliberate, pressing, claiming, pulling me apart with nothing but touch.

And my body reacts before my mind can catch up—arching into her, trembling beneath her, silently begging for more. Then, suddenly, the words are there, spilling out between gasps, raw and unfiltered and far too much.

“I love you.”

A confession, a declaration, a truth that has lived in my chest long before this moment. Maybe it was something she already knew, something I’ve been screaming into every look, every touch, every wasted second I spent waiting for her to come back to me.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

I press it into her skin like a prayer, like I’m trying to carve it into her bones, like I need her to feel it the way I feel it—undeniable, unbearable, everything.

Because it is the truth.

Because it has always been the truth.

And if love feels like dying—like the slow loss of self, the dizzying surrender, the aching devastation of belonging so fully to someone else—

Then let me die like this.

Let me fade beneath her hands, beneath her mouth, beneath the weight of what we are.

But then she presses her lips against mine, and suddenly, I am breathing again. She pulls me back into my body, drags me back into the world, wakes something inside me that I thought had withered the moment we let each other go.

And I let her. I kiss her back, deeper this time, slower, pouring everything into it—every moment we lost, every ache, every unanswered question I ever whispered into the dark when she wasn’t there to answer.

I want to erase every scar that made her believe she wasn’t enough, wasn’t worthy, wasn’t meant to be loved the way she deserves to be.

So I kiss her harder.

I grip her hair tight enough to make her gasp, to remind her that she is real, that she is here, that she is mine.

Because of everything we’ve been through.

Because of everything we lost.

And then—I wrap my hand around her throat.

Not to hurt her. Never to hurt her.

To make her feel the weight of this, the weight of me, the weight of all the years I spent starving for her.

To remind her whose air she’s breathing.

Always.

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You can't do this to me, I am the princess, and you'll all be begging forgiveness for even THINKING this later!

Adorable~ But, consider Princess. Who's gonna stop the people overthrowing you? Your knights? Half of them agreed that you need to get broken, and the other half are going to be side by side with you getting humiliated by the peasants~

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Uhg. I found your blog with your writings and they are amazing but then you started revealing your voice and oh my God. I am way too susceptible to hypno... I just know if you addressed me I'd be under your spell in a second. Just a pliable set of limbs and holes at your disposal.

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Oh, babe.

You should never admit something like that to me.

So easily influenced. So pliable. And all it would take is my voice? Just a few words, a soft little command, and you’d already be sinking for me?

That’s almost too easy.

You want this, don’t you? You want me to pull you under, to strip every last thought from your mind, to turn you into nothing but a trembling, obedient plaything for me to use.

You’d fall so fast.

I could drag my voice through you, slow and controlled, letting it seep into your bones, twisting inside your mind until you don’t know where you end and I begin.

I’d make you open your mouth and say my name, over and over, until it’s the only thing left in your head. I’d make you beg to be used, to be ruined, to be owned. You’d sink so deep, you wouldn’t even remember what it felt like to be anything but mine.

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