raccoonthinggirlhog

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“i’m looking respectfully.” no pls look disrespectfully. defile me with your eyes. fantasize about every detail you want to do to me. jerk off to me.

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finally she's learnt something useful

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So I had a funny dream the other night.

It involved a very gay witch.

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3.27.25

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Ah shit I missed tgirl tummy Tuesday welp

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I want to be broken by somebody who knows how to hold those broken pieces and let them heal.

I don't have the stamina anymore, but I'm certain you can wring some sweet sounds of of me yet. Everything's going to be sensitive - my skin burns and aches and just the brush of your hands is agony. Movement is pain, and pain can be bliss. Bite me, scratch me, kiss me, stretch me apart and help rearrange my guts - I want to leave this black and blue and unable to stand.

I asked for it all; to be tossed around like I wasn't fragile, like I wasn't so tired, like it wasn't going to take days to recover. Maybe I want it in spite of all that. There's something healing about being torn to shreds, barely coherent, fucked out of my mind, only to be held tight as I slowly come out of it. To be wrapped up cozy in their arms, panting and shaking and in a cold sweat as they let me know I did perfectly. That everything's okay, to take my time and breathe. That I took it all so well, and that they had so much fun doing it. I want to murmur that they were lovely, that they were gorgeous - that the stinging was sweet and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

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listen to me tgirl this will be you when you demand to be treated kindly and with respect in the bedroom do not let them steamroll u donot let anyone joke about abusing u in any way or form do not let anyone joke about using you, it is never a joke, they are just testing the waters for what they can get away with, this can be u, yes dont accept it even if its coming from other tgirls, not all skinfolk r kinfolk yadda yadda u r a person not a bedroom toy u deserve care and pleasure

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Oh hey

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Boy ass!!!

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"my cunt is free use stress relief btw" and brother it is a monday 🤘😔. wish I could keep you locked up all day in the gender neutral bathroom nobody else uses and pop in any time I need relief 🤤

LITERALLYYY oh how badly I wish I could be yall’s Monday stress relief 🥵

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I gotta get more vorny on this one

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evening of passion with my 12 ton dragon girlfriend

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"why don't you use card sleeves" because a fundamental part of my MTG game is psychological warfare. I have 0 interest in maintaining the value of my cards, i'm not concerned with their condition as long as they're playable, so when i get new ones i bend and stretch them to hell until the paper stock is well broken in, well enough that i can take all 80-odd cards and do a full-side riffle and bridge. I'll lock eyes with you across the table as I split my deck in half, and i will smile pleasantly, innocently, almost vacuously as I riffle the halves together in my hand, before I bend that shit back into a bridge and let the waterfall cascade down into my palms before I true them up and hit them with the old one-handed cut before plopping them in front of you. This is a card game girl, I'm not playing with collectable trinkets. I'll break you harder then i broke in my new phyrexia deck. I'll pin you down and bend your back 'till you damn near snap, before i crush you into the fucking sheets and let my toxins seep inside you. yeah, no, if you need to go jack off in the bathroom you'll have to forfeit.

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Stay inside her after u finished so she can feel it throbbing inside her

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"why don't you use card sleeves" because a fundamental part of my MTG game is psychological warfare. I have 0 interest in maintaining the value of my cards, i'm not concerned with their condition as long as they're playable, so when i get new ones i bend and stretch them to hell until the paper stock is well broken in, well enough that i can take all 80-odd cards and do a full-side riffle and bridge. I'll lock eyes with you across the table as I split my deck in half, and i will smile pleasantly, innocently, almost vacuously as I riffle the halves together in my hand, before I bend that shit back into a bridge and let the waterfall cascade down into my palms before I true them up and hit them with the old one-handed cut before plopping them in front of you. This is a card game girl, I'm not playing with collectable trinkets. I'll break you harder then i broke in my new phyrexia deck. I'll pin you down and bend your back 'till you damn near snap, before i crush you into the fucking sheets and let my toxins seep inside you. yeah, no, if you need to go jack off in the bathroom you'll have to forfeit.

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