#Degrade an humiliate me elvis

[burnthheparaphilia]

I want elvis to put me a collar n' leash so he can treat me like his little bitch.

Thank you.

[lustnhim]

’ poor thing. ‘ — dom! elvis x fem! reader

note: requested / warnings: MDNI, virgin reader, innocence kink, legal age gap, fingering, p in v sex, no protection, elvis makes you taste yourself, praise and slight degrading, slight humiliation, pwp, religious stuff. / summary: elvis catches you grinding on his pillow.

Your body rutted against his pillow, the cotton fabric of your panties colliding with the satin pillowcase, desperate for any more friction you gripped the front, pushing the pillow upwards onto yourself. Breathing heavily as the heat between your legs only grew stronger, your mind foggy from the overwhelming arousal. You had never ever done something like this, something so dirty, so sinful. The cross hung between your neck, moving in unison with your thrusts, you gripped it gently in your hand, almost on the verge of tears. It was so wrong, but felt so good. You tried to hurry, but you knew it wouldn’t be long before your parents noticed your absence from the backyard, before they would ask Elvis if he had seen their daughter– Your mind drifted shamefully to Elvis, your movement becoming more desperate. His strong hands, his carefully tousled hair, his pretty eyes, his laugh, his smile. God. 

As you mindlessly continued to grind on the pillow, chasing your orgasm. Your heart stopped when you heard the soft creak of the bedroom door opening and the gentle thud of boots hitting the floor. You pulled the pillow out from under you quickly,  tossing it across the bed. Trembling, you clung to the cross around your neck, your eyes wide and fearful, there standing in the doorway was an obviously amused Elvis. You choked back tears as you tried to speak, only small noises coming out. “You like that pilla’ honey?”  He drawled and you bit your lip, trying not to cry. He had seen you, but you already knew that. It was impossible he didn't. "Please don't be mad," you whispered, your voice trembling with fear.”D-don’t tell my parents-”  You cried out, your voice weak and shaking. He walked towards you, his footsteps creaking on the wooden floor. The air around you thickened with fear as he drew near. “I won’t say nothin’-” Elvis coos, coming down to sit on the bed with you. Chuckling softly as he looked at the pillow. “You should know better, than ta’ do that, honey,” Elvis says, picking up your hands and holding them gently. “The good lord says self-pleasure’s a sin…especially if you’re lusting over somethin’,” Elvis says, causing you to break down a bit. Tears fell down your face as he tsked, moving one hand off yours and to your face, wiping a few tears off with his thumb. 

Your gaze moved to the floor, you couldn’t bear to look him in his eyes, his pretty blue eyes…You shook your head in embarrassment and shame, the tears having yet to slow. Elvis's hand cradled your cheek, his touch gentle and understanding. "Don't cry, honey," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "Look at me." He whispered, raising your head and looking at him you pouted. When your eyes met him, he gave you a reassuring smile. "I won't tell your parents," He said, taking his hands off your face and wrapping them around your waist, pulling you into a hug. You rested your head gently against his chest, a few stray tears falling onto his chest. “But you ain’t ‘sposed to do that…you need someone to help you,” Elvis said, grabbing your legs and pulling them onto his lap, allowing you to wrap your legs around him. “H-how..?” You asked, your face still red from crying. “Well honey, a man can make ya feel just as good…” He says, his hands running through your hair. “Really?”

You ask, and Elvis nods. “Mhm, that’s right Angel.” Elvis's lips pressed against your forehead, a tender gesture that sent shivers down your spine. "You gotta trust me," he whispered, guiding your hands off his chest to between your legs. "Can you touch there fa’ me?" He asks, his tone gentle. Nodding hesitantly, you slowly brought your hands down, your fingers along your panties, you could feel your wetness through the fabric. A blush bloomed on your cheeks, your eyes downcast as you began to rub your clit. Elvis's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. “That how you usually do it?” Elvis asked, his hands resting on your hips. You look up at him, your face flushed, “I don’t- I don’t really do it..” You say, biting your lip out of embarrassment. 

“Well, lemme try this,” Elvis suggests, replacing your hand with his, causing you to let out a breathy groan. Elvis massaged your clit, your back arching gently as his fingers worked. You felt him stop and you groaned out in disappointment. "Don’t worry, we’re just gonna take these off real quick, honey,” he said, noticing your disappointment. You nodded, your eyes fluttering shut, as you worked your body to get them off. “So pretty…” Elvis cooed, running his finger across your slit. You whimpered out as he began to work, rubbing your clit gently before taking a finger and gently putting it inside. “Ah!” You groaned, the feeling completely foreign to you. “Calm down, honey…Don’t want anyone to hear us..” He says, moving his finger in and out gently, allowing you to adjust. “So tight..” He groaned, slipping in another finger. Covering your mouth you moaned into your hand, trying to keep your eyes closed. Elvis pumped in and out in a slow rhythm. "See, a man can make it better, can't he?" he teased, his thumb continuing to apply pressure to your swollen clit. You leaned into his touch, your muffled moans growing louder. "You're such a filthy little slut," Elvis praised, his grip tightening on your hips. "Imagine what your parents would think?" His words sent shivers down your spine, and you felt a sensation growing in your stomach. Pulling your hand off your mouth you cried, “M’ gonna c-cum..” You stammered, your heart racing as you felt your orgasm nearing. "Beg for me to make you cum, angel." You whimpered, your cheeks hot with embarrassment and arousal. "Please... m-make me cum, Elvis..." you begged, your voice breathless. Elvis smirked, his pace picking up. "Keep going honey," he demanded. "P-please, please Elvis, m-make me cum!" you cried out, your body arching into his hands. Elvis chuckled, his fingers increasing their pace. The room filled with your moans as he brought you closer and closer to your climax. "That's it, baby, cum for me," he encouraged. You whimpered as your climax coated his fingers, feeling the high overtake your body as he withdrew his fingers. Your eyes stayed closed as you felt him shuffle beneath you. “Open your mouth, baby.” He murmured, as you opened your mouth lazily, feeling him gently put the two fingers on your tongue. “Taste it.” You demanded, opening your eyes you looked at him as you closed your mouth around his fingers, sucking on them before he pulled them out with a small pop. “Fuck..” He groaned, taking one of your hands and pressing against the bulge in his jeans. “Feel that?” He asked, moving your hand along his clothed cock. “That’s all you baby.”

Elvis undid his belt and motioned your hand away, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers, his cock freeing itself from the confinement, standing at full attention. "Touch it, baby," he said, his voice thick with lust. You hesitated, unsure of what to really do. "It's okay, Angel," Elvis cooed, guiding your hand to his thick shaft. You wrapped your fingers around him, feeling the veins pulsing beneath the skin. You tentatively began to stroke him, trying to be gentle as you were scared to hurt him. "Little bit harder and faster, honey." he groaned, his fingers digging into the skin of your hip. You obeyed, his moans growing louder as you gripped him a bit harder, your pace quickening. "Doin’ so good…" Elvis praises, bucking into your hand gently. Elvis pushed you farther down onto his lap as you released his cock, “Lean up, baby.” Elvis said as you raised yourself up a bit. He gripped his cock with one hand and lined you up with the other. “This gonna hurt a bit…” He warns as he begins to push you down onto him. Your breathing is ragged as you feel the head of his cock prod your entrance. Pushing you down further you feel his tip pop inside, your back arches as you bury your head in the crook of his neck, tears welling in your eyes. “It’s okay, honey…It’ll be okay.” He coos as he sinks himself into you.

“You’re squeezing me, honey…” He warns as you try to relax. “I-It hurts..” You whine, trying to get used to it. “I know baby…you just gotta relax darling.” He says, running his hand across your back, trying to calm you. Taking a deep breath you relaxed and felt him slide deeper in you, making you cry out. Shushing you gently he stayed still for a moment. "Let me ease you in," he whispers, taking you slow, inch by agonizing inch. "God, you're so tight. You're perfect, baby." Each thrust is slow and deep, designed to stretch you gently, to give you time to adjust. You're nothing but a whimpering mess, your nails digging into his back. "I’ve got you, Angel. Just breathe." His deep voice is a soothing balm, easing your fears and helping you center yourself. Eventually, you find a rhythm. Each thrust is met with a small gasp, his cock filling you completely. .He starts to pick up the pace, his hips moving faster, causing your own body to move in tandem, grinding against his lap. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he moans, his grip tightening on your hips. You could feel your body starting to submit to the pleasure, the pain slowly dissolving in the haze of lust.  "Elvis…" You whimpered, your voice breaking as he continued to fuck you. You felt his grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts grow more aggressive, the pace increasing. "You like that, baby?" Elvis grunted between thrusts, your eyes locking with his. "Y-yes, Elvis, please don't stop." You moaned, your voice trembling. Elvis smirked, his eyes filled with lust as he continued to pound into you. The pleasure grew, your body responding to the rhythmic motion. "You feel so fucking good, Angel. I'm gonna cum inside you." He warned, his grip on your hips growing harsh. You cried out, your body trembling as you clung to him. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding, the bed creaking beneath you. He growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

Pushing the thoughts of sin from your mind, you focused on the pleasure that was building within you. Elvis's cock filled you, his thrusts growing harder. You could feel the intensity growing, as both of you drew closer to your climax. Your body tensed, the pleasure overwhelming, and then it happened. You screamed, arching into him as an orgasm ripped through your body, your inner muscles clenching around him. "Fuck!!" Elvis roared, his own orgasm hitting him hard, his cock pulsing inside you as thick ropes of cum coated your walls. He held you close, his breathing heavy as he rode out the wave with you. Your vision blurry, you clung to him, the aftershocks of your orgasm still coursing through your veins. You collapsed back onto him, his still half-hard cock slipping out of you.

Exhausted, you lay there with him, both of you trying to catch your breaths. "You're something else, you know that?." He whispered, kissing the top of your head. “Now that honey is God's will…” He said, smiling gently You nodded, too spent to even speak. “We better hurry and get back downstairs, your parents are waitin’ and so is everybody else,” Elvis said, starting to get up but you impulsively grabbed his arm. “You ain’t gonna tell anyone right?” You asked him, scanning his face for any sign of malice. “No honey, I won’t tell.” He said, laying back down on the bed with you, his face gentle. Cupping your face gently he smiled. 

“It’s gonna be our little secret.”

my fantasy fr thanks anon for requesting i am so happy 😭🫶

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[lovesickonmybed]

crazy fuckin' phenomenon | 18+

masterlist | info about palestine | donate to gaza

pairing | dbf!joel miller x reader

synopsis | after your dad abandons joel to watch instagram reels in the bathroom, an argument over the remote ends in a new discovery

warnings | excessive use of bigfoot as a plot device, dbf!joel, explicit sexual content, smut, age gap (20s/late 30s), play fighting with sexual tension, wedgies, humiliation, degradation, kink discovery, semi brat tamer!joel, almost getting caught, blue balls

word count | 2030

a/n | this was co-written with one of my favorite people ever but they wish to remain anonymous! this was so so so fun to work on and i think it really shows. i urge you to not buy any of the last of us games, including the remaster as the creator, neil druckmann is a zionist. the second game is based off of the israeli occupation in palestine and you can learn more about that here.

“Joel I swear to fucking god if I have to watch one more episode of Finding Bigfoot, I’m clawing my eyes out.”

There’s only so much bickering between Matt Moneymaker and Ranae Holland that you can take, and apparently, you’ve found your limit. Approximately five minutes. Joel had come over to hang out with your father, they had planned to watch some war movie because they’re fucking old, but, in typical dad fashion, your father had gotten up halfway through to use the bathroom. After 30 minutes, Joel couldn’t wait anymore and switched the TV to Animal Planet so he could watch Finding Bigfoot reruns. That was two hours ago, and you’ve now spent an hour on the couch with Joel, pleading for him to change it. Of course, your TV decides to stop working the one time your dad actually wants to use the living room TV. So, yeah, you can be a little bit of a drama queen.

“If you can drag your old man off ‘a the shitter, we can go back to watchin’ Come and See. Three fuckin’ hours, startin’ to think he pulled an Elvis.”

“Seriously, Joel,” you bellyache, slumping back into the couch. “Dunno why they’re looking for Bigfoot when he’s clearly right fucking here.” You shoot him a glare from across the couch.

“Uh huh,” Joel drones, either not listening or either not giving a fuck while he watches one of the camouflaged hosts do a shitty imitation of a sasquatch mating call.

Well, since he’s distracted…

With the stealth of a super spy, you lunge over Joel’s lap towards the side table, reaching past discarded beer bottles and hunting magazines for the hijacked remote. You snatch it right up, victorious for a few seconds at most.

“Now what in the hell do you think you’re doin’? Gonna put on fuckin’ Euphoria or something?” You don’t have time to come up with a witty response before you’re pinned down to the couch cushions. Joel’s hulking form hangs over you, shoulders broad and his hair messy as he gives you a smug look. Cursing the cavewoman part of you that gets butterflies in your stomach from how easily he overpowers you, you writhe underneath him.

“Joel what the fuck? Get off me you old fuck!” You groan, grunting in frustration as you try to maneuver Joel off of you. You’re weak as shit but you remember something from the self defense class you took in high school. You knee Joel in the chest, causing him to fall back, giving you a chance to roll off the couch and onto your knees. You look back as he coughs and gasps, trying to catch his breath. 

“Oh you little shit!” Joel groans, getting off the couch and looming over you like a killer in a slasher fic. He smirks down at you, tilting his head to the side like Micheal Myers.

You feel your heart start to race and your cunt start to pulse. You turn back and start to crawl away but Joel leans down and grabs your ankle, pulling you back to him. You definitely feel like you’re in a slasher film now. 

“Oh sweetheart, you’re not gettin’ away that easily…needa stop acting like such a little brat. Your daddy was never that good at discipline.”

You don’t know what you’re expecting. But Joel’s warm hands sneaking down the waistband of your denim cutoffs is not it. You cry out as his fingers loop around your purple thong, drawing it midway up your back. Pain sears up your ass, and much more dangerous, pleasure tingles in your cunt when the front of your thong slips between your folds. Kicking your legs, you smack your palm into the carpet underneath you. “Joel!” you gasp out in surprise.

Maddeningly, Joel chuckles at your struggle underneath him. He shifts to straddle your upper thighs, weighing you down even more. “What, ain’t ever had a wedgie before?” Another sharp tug makes your head drop to the floor. You fight not to give into your body’s base desire to arch your back. “With how often you run your mouth, I’m surprised your friends never ran you up the flagpole in the schoolyard.”

You scrunch your fingers in the fiber of the carpet, trying to anchor yourself to anything other than the searing pain in your ass and cunt. It doesn’t work. You can’t focus on anything but this cruel and unusual punishment. Your dad’s best friend, wedgieing you into obedience.

Somehow, he pulls even harder. All of that contracting work isn’t for nothing. You’re silently moaning now, mouth open and your forehead dipped to the floor, desperate pants flying in and out of your mouth. “Hmmm,” he hums. “Wonder if I could get these over your head. Bet you’d have an easier time watchin’ my show with that.”

“Please,” you rasp. Your brain wants you to beg for him to let you go. Your cunt wants you to beg for him to be meaner. To go all the way and snap them over your head, leaving you ass up and face down, split in half for his enjoyment. You short circuit before you can get any further into the plea, because he’s pulling your panties even higher in brutal bursts.

“Begging ain’t gonna help, honey. You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.”

The waistband gets halfway up your neck before Joel gives up. The tension in your body lessons as you melt into the floor. “You ain’t off the hook yet, missy,” Joel says, smirk evident in his voice.

He guides your arms through the leg holes of your panties, and you moan helplessly as he snaps them over your shoulders, leaving you in the equivalent of a wedgie bodysuit. You feel like you’re being split in half.

You can’t help it. You roll your hips, grinding into your panties and the floor. The pressure is everywhere and it’s perfect. Perfect against your burning asshole, your leaking cunt, and your throbbing clit. Every movement also propels you up against Joel, something you can’t even bring yourself to remember right now. You’re wet – unbelievably fucking wet. “What the hell are you doing to me?” you whine, still humping the floor as heat blossoms in your core.

Joel stiffens above you. “Are you…” He clears his throat, a rough noise. “Are you fuckin’ into this?”

The question alone makes you whimper.

Every rock of your hips has the wedgie slicing deeper, pulling you apart piece by piece from your most sensitive place. You arch your back properly, that way every time you go up, you can feel Joel’s bulge against your rear. Joel’s quickly hardening bulge as he watches you lose all of your dignity while humping the floor with your panties rammed up your ass.

“Shut the fuck up, Joel! I’m not into this…I just-” He cuts you off by flicking the string of your thong. Tellingly, you moan out.

“Just what? Just get off on getting split in half by your fuckin’ panties?”

You try to speak but he shoves you forward, pressing your face against the carpet and pinning you down, “Just shut your mouth, don’t want your daddy findin’ ya like this do ya? God, just imagine what he’d say…. Seein’ his precious ‘lil girl gettin’ all wet from a well-deserved wedgie up these plump fuckin’ cheeks.” His hand glides down between your ass cheeks and slaps against your denim-covered bottom. You jolt, moaning where he’s pressing your face into the carpet. You’ll be surprised if your drool isn’t soaking it.

“Joooooel,” you pout, still fighting underneath him. You kick your feet, and they barely graze the small of Joel’s back, a sort of flexibility you can’t afford very much of right now. “Can’t… can’t take much more. Hurts.”

“I’ll tell you what you can take, you little brat. You’re lucky you’re not hangin’ up by these,” Joel grabs the waistband of your light wash denim shorts, using it to lift you up off the floor while you grasp at the carpet in a poor attempt to stay on the ground. 

It doesn’t work. Joel hauls you up, grabbing the front and back of your wedgie. You can’t stop yourself from moaning again, dimly away that your dad is still in the bathroom and still could walk out at any given time. You hope Joel’s good ear can hear if the toilet flushes, because you can’t hear a damn thing over your own pulse rocketing in your ears.

He yanks the back of your thong, and then the front, effectively flossing your ass crack and cunt. Your hands fly down to your thighs, but it’s not like you can do anything, because the next thing Joel does is lift you fully off the ground. You cry out, hastily clamping a hand over your mouth, and decide three things back to back to back.

One – fuck Joel Miller.

Two – fuck Joel Miller.

Three – you might actually really like this.

The third one you realize when you look down to see your arousal seeping through the denim. The humiliation stings on your cheeks with a sort of heat you’ve never felt in your life. He bounces you in the damn thing, pulling you up and down with a strength you’d never fathomed he could have.

You can’t stop yourself from grinding down when he brings you up, pulling your panties even deeper into your ass and cunt. You whine and grab at Joel’s forearm for purchase, nearly fucking yourself against the thin fabric that’s cutting you in half. Joel’s satisfaction at it all, the way you can feel him getting sadistically hard behind you from your cocktail of pain and pleasure, is what truly makes it for you. You buck against your panties even harder, letting out a truly ragged moan when it brushes your clit just right.

“You’re taking this so good, ain’t even cryin’ or nothin’. Should I hang you up? Get your eyes just as wet as your cunt? Could you even take it, or are you gonna cream your pretty little panties before I even get you on a hook?”

The answer is yes – you are going to cream your panties before he gets you on a hook.

Your orgasm rips through you violently, lighting you on fire as you hang in suspension and just take it. Ass burning and your cunt dripping like Niagara Falls, you clench and grind on your panties as desperately as you can to prolong your orgasm. Your eyes water, heart beating out of control. Joel’s hand cups your mound, heel rubbing against where your clit pulses. You’re still tremoring by the time you come down. Everything feels like it’s in technicolor, easily marking the most powerful orgasm of your life.

You realize Joel has deposited you back on the ground. It’s a miracle you’re even standing at all with how limp-boned you are. Chest rising and falling, you stumble back around to face Joel, whose cock is straining against his jeans. You’re about to put him out of his misery, not even taking the time to pick your wedgie as your hand flies towards his belt when you hear it –

Wooooooooshgluglgulglug.

You take your wedgie out like you’re racing to get rid of a ticking time bomb, frantically yanking it down your shoulders and tucking the strings into your waistband. Still burning up from your orgasm, blatantly freshly fucked, you give Joel a half-apologetic look (he had given you a hellish wedgie, after all) and scamper upstairs.

You barely acknowledge your dad as you brush past him. “Hey sweetie, goin’ back up?”

“Mhm,” you get out, almost tripping up the stairs.

“Hm, wonder what’s wrong with her,” you hear your dad reflect to Joel.

“No idea,” Joel says.

You’re about to close your door when you hear more commentary from downstairs. Your dad’s voice. “Woah there, man. Got a thing for bigfoot?”

Your eyebrows shoot to your goddamn hairline as your heartbeat spikes and your brain fills in the gaps.

“Fear boners, crazy fuckin’ phenomenon,” Joel says, just as casual as ever. Yeah. Crazy fucking phenomenon is right.

[thecooleralessa]

dirty, dirty feeling.

pairing ; bottom!elvis x top!fem!reader.

summary ; you’ve been trying to convice elvis that both of you should try new things in bed, especially the ideia of him being a bottom. he was awkward about it, but his own body betrayed him when the thought of you railing the absolute shit out of him came to his mind, so he agress.

word count ; 2k (specifically 2.424, how satisfying).

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warnings ; smut!! oral (f. receiving), using of dildos (imagine those things existed back then, okay? 😪), a LOT of dirty talk, mommy kink, degradation kink, face sitting, spanking, handcuff, elvis being humiliated and loving it.

author notes ; i’ve seen a lot of top!elvis fics around there, they’re all good, but i think it’s time to elvis have some fun 🙈. you can imagine austin!elvis if you want to. first time writing degradation kink btw. i feel this one was kinda rushed, so sorry!! english is not my first language but i tried my best, please be kind. hope y’all enjoy this one! the gif is not mine (but it made me feel things 😩, thank you kara for your service).

“are you comfy, hun?” you asked as you handcuffed elvis, standing besides him, trapping him into the bed. his face went darm red, making him broke visual contact. he whispered something, but you didn't hear. “what you said?”

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“yes, y/n,” he said it again. “‘m comfy.”

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“someone’s mad,” you playfully sang as you made fun of him. he muttered in response as you giggled. “don’t you worry babe, i assure you you’ll enjoy it. just go for it, okay?” you kissed his cheek. “do you trust me, sweetie?”

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“yes, babe. i do,” he answered, weakly smiling.

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“before we get into the fun part,” you whispered in his ears, his skin prickled by your suddenly hot breath on his ear. “if you want me to stop, just say it and i’ll stop, okay?”

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“you gonna fuck me or not?” he muttered, messing with you. he smirked, but he quickly noticed how pissed you got by his comment. you responded by opening elvis’s legs apart, exposing his naked body to the cold air suddenly. he moaned, his cheeks went dark red.

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“you’re that eager for me, babe?” you smirked. “just don’t forget who’s in charge here.”

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“shut up,” he whispered, feeling embarrassed. you giggled as you search for the drawer, taking a bottle of lupe inside. his eyes were wide open, carefully watching every inch of you.

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you carefully opened the bottle, spreading the creamy liquid on the big dildo you were wearing.

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“enjoying the show?” you asked, catching elvis off guard, making him blush harder. the dildo was shining thanks for the lupe, so you decided to spread it on elvis’s ass. he ached his back from the action, moaning loud. “i wanna make sure you'll be pretty... slippery.” you smirked as you spread the lupe all over his ass, even on his dick, just to see his whole body jolt from the sudden friction.

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after doing what you needed to do, you stare at him with a smile before throwing the now empty bottle away. you posited yourself right in front of him. elvis’s breath hitched as your nails dragged down of his legs and the inside of his thighs.

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“you feelin’ good, baby?” you whispered.

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“yea... ah!” he moaned loud as you entered his hole slowly, beginning with the tip of the dildo. “fu— fuck!”

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“it’s okay,” you comforted him. “just relax.”

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you slowly moved again, moved until the whole dildo could disappear inside elvis. he was gasping for air, trying to relax. you stopped with the moviments to make sure he would adept himself to the new feeling.

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“may i continue?” you gentily asked.

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“you said you would destroy me,” he smirked. he was still trying to get all the attention, to be the dominant. “this is so embarrassing.”

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“what a little brat you are,” you answered. “i never imagined you would act like a stupid whore that want to be railed so bad.”

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he immediately shutted his mouth. you chuckled as you started moving again, making him whine and moan loud.

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“you moan like a slut on heat,” your hips were now thrusting into him wildly, his body thrashed beneath you, desperately trying to get more — even though he would never admit how much he was loving this. the huge amount of lupe made your bodies slap hard. “are you feeling good, whore?” he tried to answer, but his words weren't making sense anymore; he was just making sounds. the best answer you got were a nod. you smirked proudly, knowing the effect you were doing on him. “you better use your words, handsome. you don’t want me to punish you, do you?” you pulled his hair roughly, making him moan loud.

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he was seeing starts; the feeling of the dildo pistoning in and out of his ass knocked the air out of his lungs; you were hitting that little spot of him, making him feel he was in the fucking heaven, making he feel full. it was... too much. everything was too much. without having your answer, you suddenly spanked his ass. he went limp, screaming a strangled noice.

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“ah-hah, mommy!” he arched his back in response, but you didn’t let it stay that way. you still didn't hear your answer. you spanked him again. “ah, fuck! jesus— y-yes, mommy! ‘m- fuck, ‘m feeling good! feels so good!”

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“that’s it,” you were panting as you fucked him, feeling determined to make him cum again and again, all night. his face was all sweaty, his chest going up and down fast, his eyes shut closed. his moans were taking all the room; and you loved how loud he was being.

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“awnn, mommy,” he cried out. “please, mommy— ‘m gonna cum! please!”

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you smirked in a sadistic way, slowing down, chuckling as you saw him whining, begging for you to keep going. he ached his hips, trying to get all that friction again.

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“you wanna cum? such a needy little boy,” you cooed, leaning down to bite his sweaty neck, tasting the saltiness of it while feeling him fuck himself into you. “c’mon, show everybody in the neighborhood what a little slut you are for Mommy.”

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“please, mommy, please!” he begged. “please, i’ll be good, i promise! please, i need it— i need to cum, please!”

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“you bitch,” you husked as you returned suddenly with the strong thursts. “you talk too much, pet. you’ll be good, huh? i’ll remember that, you little slut,” you smirked as you continued to hit that soft little spot of his. your hand grabbed his dick and started moviments, making him stunned. his skin prickled as his knees buckled; and finally, elvis screamed his release into your ear. you felt his hot cum shooting onto his tummy, you then stood up a little to observe the mess he made all over your hands and his body. you smirked.

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you grabbed his thighs roughly, making him whine. “i’m not done with you yet,” you husked as he watched you eagerly. your hands trailed across his chest, still dirty with his cum, and into his nipples, touching the sensitives little pink button of his, making him squirm. he loved when you played with his nipples, even thought he hated to admit it. you went back with your moves, pushing the dildo into him again.

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“mommy! aha, please,” he cried out. “‘m— i can’t take it, mommy!”

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“behave yourself, whore,” you demanded as he kept whining. “i’ll do whatever i want to with you, you hear me?”

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before he could protest, you took off the dildo from him. the sudden relaxing feeling took him off guard; he gasped. you took off his handcuffs, making him whine. before he could even react, you forced him to turn around for you, holding onto his waist so his ass would be stuck up, making him moan.

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“you better stay just like this, you hear me? this is what i’m going to do,” you pulled his head back, making him gasp. “i’m gonna spank you, and you’re gonna count for me.”

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“wa— what?” he stuttered. “please mommy, wait...”

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it was too late; your hand connected with his ass before he could say more. he screamed, his body trembled. oh, he loved it. but he didn’t count like you demanded.

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“i said for you to count. let’s try again,” you spanked his ass again.

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“o— one...” he jolted. another slap. “fuck! two!” his knees buckled as he felt the pain thru his skin. when you slapped him again, you confirmed that it would hurt, that it would be the strongest; he felt dizzy, his whole mind going limp.

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“i believe you can take quite a bit more, and i am eager to test that hypothesis,” you said. “and you didn’t said three, how unfortunate...”

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“‘m sorry, mommy...” he sobbed.

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“you’ll have to count again,” you smirked as you proceeded to spank him a lot more, always making sure he would count for you. when you stopped at the number ten, elvis was panting as his ass was completely red, your hands marks everywhere.

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“fuck, what a good little slut, so messy for me,” you teased him by running your fingers thru his waist, knowing how this turned him on. you layed down on him, surprisingly putting the dildo on him again, making him gasp. he layed his cheek on the pillow so he could see you, even a little. he was babbling something and crying, his hands holding the bed sheet tightly as he whole body ached into every thrust, bitting his own bottom lip harshly. you almost felt bad for him. almost.

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your left hand was pinning his waist so you could fuck him hard on place, while the other hand grabbed his hard cock once again, making fast moviments.

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with a squeal, he came again, his cum now making a mess in the whole bed, also getting your hands dirty again. you noticed that he never had came that much before; you smiled proudly, finally let him come down and relax. 

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“you okay?” you whispered for a quick check on him. kissing his cheek softly, you received a nod from elvis.

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you both were panting, the whole room smelled like sweet and sex, but it was still turning you on. elvis lazily turned around, laying on his bedside while his whole body was heavy. his eyes were shut closed, his chest going up and down quickly because of all the adrenaline. seeing him like that turned you on even more, so you smirked as you squeezed your thighs tightly together. you layed besides him, wrapping your hand around his arm, making him touch your dripping cunt. he moaned with the sensation, looking at you with a dizzy look.

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“look what you did to me, hun,” you whispered on his ear. his hand was weak, heavy. “you’ll clean the mess you did like the good slut you are, right, my little slut?” you asked as you grabbed his head and pushed him down on your thighs, adjusting your body in the bed so you both would be comfortable.

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elvis mumbled before nuzzling his face into your wet folds. the smell, the taste, the wetness, it was perfect; it filled his head and his senses with unholy feeling and thoughts, he was dizzy for it. his weak and shaky hands rested on your thighs while he slumped against you, his tongue lazily licking your clit, like a cat liking its paw. elvis was great on gaving head, that was true, but you noticed something was wrong. you looked down on him and saw his whole face sweaty, cheeks dark red, his eyes shut closed, his tongue licking the opening of your cunt, trying miserably to push it inside deeply to satisfy you. his whole body was weak and you were quick to notice it.

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you couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation, making him whine. you pulled his hair back, his dazed and confused expression met your face. his mouth and was completely wet from your juices.

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“aw, baby,” you chuckled again. “did mommy fuck you dumb? is her pet so fucking numb right now it can’t think right?”

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“mommy...” he whispered in a needy way.

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“what do you want, honey?” you asked, receiving empty words as a response. “what. do. you. want?”

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“you!” he gasped.

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“is that so?” you watched him hungrily. he made a strangled ‘uh huh’ sound while nodding, he was really dizzy. “lay down on the bed for me,” you demanded as he shakily crawled to the pillows, doing what you ordered. he looked at you dazed, curious for your next step.

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“stick your tongue out, and keep it,” you commanded. “think you can do it, pet?”

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“ye– yes, ma’am,” he stuttered as he did your wish obediently. he looked so fucking hot with his tongue out. his eyes were staring at you, his dick pumping up again. he was so, so beautiful... but you weren’t saying it in a soft way, of course.

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“you look like a fucking dog,” you degraded him as you started to craw his body, topping him. he groaned as he looked at you confused. “this is what you gonna do, pet. you’ll stay still while i fuck myself into you, ‘cause this is what you are, a fucking toy... nothing more.”

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he whined as he watched you literally craw his body. before he could even protest, you grinded yourself down against his wet muscle. he muffled a moan against your cunt, the sweet vibration satisfying you. your juices were spreading all over his mouth, cheeks and even chin. his hands rested onto your tights as he looked at you with pure pleasure.

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your hips soon found a good pace, so you went faster, fucking yourself on his wet and hot tongue. he couldn’t resist, so he moaned against you, making you see stars with the good vibrations.

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“fuck,” you moaned as you kept moving back and forth. elvis noticed you were close, so his hands grabbed your thighs with strength, pushing you down so he could fuck you with his tongue, sending you to the edge. “fuck, elvis! fuck, jesus, just like that...”

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that familiar feeling started to build on your stomach. your hips started to lose their rhythm as you looked down to face elvis. your hand grabbed his head, keeping him even closer to your cunt.

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“i want to feel your name burning on my skin for days,” you husked, finally seeking for your orgasm. you screamed your release to the air as whole body shaked like never before. you stayed like that for a few seconds before settling and moving yourself down to straddle on his lap. your hands rested on his chest as you observed him. your cum was spread all around his face, especially his mouth.

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“that was...” elvis whispered, still gasping for air. “that was insane.”

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you giggled. “did you like it?”

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“i loved it,” he answered, licking his lips and cheeks teasingly while looking at you, tasting youe cum.

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“i told you, didn’t i?” you said, grabbing a random towel that was close to the bed. “i knew you’d like it. clean yourself now, babe.” you gave him the towel, he accepted, wiping his face.

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“yea, you were right, but only this time,” he chuckled.

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“what’s so funny, little fella?” you giggled as you layed on his side.

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“guess i was just... buried in a beaver, huh?”

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“shut up!” you laughed as you smaked his arm playfully. he grasped your chin and pulled you to a slow, passionate kiss. when you both broke the kiss, you just stared at him with a silly smile. however, he was dead serious. “is something wrong, babe?” you asked.

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“no darlin’, nothing’s wrong,” he pulled you close by your back neck, making you moan suddenly; your cheeks went dark red. how could he revert the roles so fast? guess we’ll never know. his eyes stared at you hungrily. “you’re so fucked,” he husked. “so, so fucked.”

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Katy Perry in an iconic pose of pure unadulterated 'sex for sale' classic and timeless personification of the 'purrfect Katycat Page prostitute l OO k' a black lingerie based provider of 'sex 4 ca$h' prostituting herself for masturbating dirty old menfolk who pay $4.00 to sweat over a glossy photo-shopped magazine spread for the purposes of a single 'cum tribute' on the models face after imagining stripping the personification of the sordid sex industry that panders to the miss fits of modern society usually divorced, inadequate and unemployed old men who can't get a 'hard on' to pleasure a woman so fumble with themselves squeezing out their sperm in dark locked one bed apartments to relieve the boredom of their lonely existence as they become incapable of chatting up a real woman paranoid over their grey balding hair, bad skin, fat bellies, sweating stinking glands and due to excessive solitary masturbation techniques; their loss of confidence and ability to relate to a member of the opposite sex as their self-expressed flagellation of their limp unwashed members conjures up a blame and shame attitude to the filthy sluts who dress up in revealing outfits and allow themselves to be willing compliant objectifications of the slut who allows herself to be mentally raped by these perverts and actually readily panders to their eventually warped idea of what a loving sexual relationship between partners entails by forcing their usually buxom fat bodies (KATY PERRY KNOWN IN THE MASTURBATION CHAT ROOMS AS THE BIG BREASTED BISEXUAL BABYLONIAN BIMBO) into the personification of female subservience as the weaker sex to the concept of male dominance over wimmin, the restrictive girdle encasing the normally delightful sight of the beautiful and sexy naked exposed female form covering their bodies so the flagellating old men rather than 'seeing the goods' are hampered in their normal sexual awakening experience of sight, smell, touch, companionship and many other normal loving practices of experience as the porn slut is mentally accused of teasing by being on the one hand shake a willing player in their sexual rape but offering a form of torture by concealing the masturbation objective of 1) Seeing some naked exposed skin and 2) Taking away the hope of female penetration as the porno slut 'model' becomes privy by design to making the masturbating male have to use their imagination to throw the obviously worthless low esteem woman (who is prepared to contort their overweight unloved bodies) into a girdle pushing and prodding their sexual organs and fat rolls into a body prison of a painful, uncomfortable overly tight fashion victims girdle thus being a willing, co-operative component to male dominated bondage by being sexually encased into a onetime item of female torture thus being abused, degraded, defiled and trapped for breath, thus showing the perverted mind of the 'past it' magazine purchaser and thus the 'prostitutes client' well he is now a pay-4-sex client of a cheap whore/pornslut) to the ground roughly (well she’s worthless and knows it for doing it willingly usually posing in bondage or if nude with eyes wide open staring into the wankers soul saying clearly 'use and abuse me for I am a worthless degraded whore') and roughly and quickly strip her nude to expose the penetrative genitalia of KATY PERRY's VAGINA AND ANUS hole for smell, taste and probing with bare dirty fingers, fists and inanimate objects of female torture always wishing to secrete bodily fluids of blood, female orgasm juices and KATY's excrement (the dirtier the better the turn on) to deal out the pain of punishment by imagining ripping off her lingerie exposing the slut and therefore forcing her on the back foot for the punishment that such a worthless wanton slut surely deserves and is gagging for; to be physically beaten and abused and roughly forced into degrading positions of 99% of the time analsex (and gagging) manifestations as that is the ultimate female degrading to commit unprotected 'buggery' upon someone’s wife/girlfriend/daughter/granddaughter/aunt and even some child's mom to humiliate her into never posing for mental masturbation ever again as when the slut, in this case an added bonus with a heightened sense of arousal, that of having 'real degrading forceful sex with the naked exposed carcass of a children's entertainer and role model KATY KP Erte Perry usually heralded as a highly paid superstar in her normal career of children's entertainer who does not need the ca$h to perform 'ass-licking subservience' as a masturbatory object prostitute model as KATY PERRY earns $135,000,000 dollars per annum making the rape mental manifestation so much more violent and humiliating as the alpha male imagines probing her anus with bottles/dildos/broomsticks and fists looking forward to blogging his mental deeds to fellow perverts/inadequate for praiseworthy comments in masturbating chat rooms to reveal 'his all-female conquering prowess' and animal dominance as a rapist of someone who asks for it and deserves what she gets handed (or fisted) out where KATY PERRY ends up like her penchant to tease the normally reserved Muslim men on celeb-jihad websites by baiting them with photos of her naked exposed body usually being penetrated in glorious HD Technicolor nothing hidden in graphic detail usually involving anal sex or dressing up for them in lingerie and bondage girdles then spends her evenings defending her right to display her naked abused body on the very comments section or chat rooms that the men are using to justify raping her but not in her warped misguided view but justifying her subservient right to tease as she sees herself as a vase of pretty flowers that should be on show to be appreciated as she wrongly believes virile teenagers and young studs are imagining cradling her soft naked form in hot passionate embrace with a climax crescendo of love making in public, joy and happiness (nothing could be further from the truth) and Katy becomes an unloved hated figure of ridicule and the force of absolute hatred by men who are connected to her by string theory strands of energy and the telepathy of the Universal mind desiring and manifesting eventually her part in a 'snuff movie' eventually makes her withdrawn incapable of holding down her own relationships and begins to feel physically and mentally ill and all alone as what decent man would mate with a porn slut who exposes her anal passage in graphic detail by having it penetrated by unprotected 'black members'. KATY PERRY A 'SAD BASTARD' like all the porn sluts. #GARBAGEWIMMIN and #INTERNATIONALDISGRACES #WHORESofBABYLON.

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Conrad Murray’s trial for manslaughter predictably became about Michael Jackson instead of his doctor because the use of Propofol was unusual and the patient was famous. In court, the displaying of medication bottles was high drama and the media pounced and rushed to publish “Michael Jackson’s addiction.” A close look at the dates, the number of pills prescribed measured against the number taken, number left and span of time the pills sat in that bedroom proves not that Jackson was an addict, but that he was actually non-compliant with medications he was prescribed. But that isn’t sexy; and it’s all about sexy and getting viewers for a trial that was predicted to be “bigger than the Casey Anthony trial.” Except it wasn’t. Hysteria fatigue, perhaps? Have we had enough? Pundits on HLN seemed to push the “addict” label because it suited their agenda to promote books and careers. “Michael Jackson” has promoted many books and careers involuntarily as people conscripted his name for their own purposes. HLN was no exception. An addiction specialist physician jumped on the same “addict” meme despite the conflicting information between addiction, bottle labeling and usage, and despite medical records entered in evidence that were unsigned and confusing. The physician’s questionable records were allowed in court but the physician was not and he wasn’t made able to explain his treatment of Jackson for facial procedures to reconstruct his face. Jackson had Vitiligo and Discoid Lupus — the same disease which has left the entertainer Seal, facially scarred. It is entirely reasonable that Michael Jackson’s face be treated and re-sculpted; he made his living on stage. That same physician also hypothesized that the nightly use of Propofol accounted for the poor condition of Jackson’s lungs while it was well known to insiders that Michael Jackson had a Tryptophan Synthetase Deficiency which is a lung disease characterized by a lack of protein for lubrication. Jackson’s fans could have enlightened any one of these talking heads but they didn’t fact check nor ask fans. If you want to know something about a sports or pop culture figure, ask fans who know everything about them. In fairness to the pundits, the coverage could have been much worse and the fans could have been depicted in a much poorer or darker light. Unfortunately the fringe elements of fandom were highlighted and that included conspiracy theorists who believe that Jackson is alive and in hiding. And for the most part, fans behaved well except for an occasional scuffle. Mainstream Jackson fans who get less attention than the vocal fringe, are articulate, thoughtful, bright, and interested in justice and vindication. Many are professionals who contribute to society, pay their taxes and raise children in the suburbs and cities. They have an interesting story to tell society should anyone ever want to listen. What they have to say is shocking. The trial, it seems was all about Michael Jackson despite Murray’s dalliances are well known — seven children with six women, his methodology even in his clinic appeared reckless to other physicians and one who ventured: “The only thing Murray could have done that was more dangerous was to push Jackson out of an airplane without a parachute.” And what doctor ships a stockpile of medication to a private residence? What doctor using a dangerous drug does not have the proper emergency equipment required for safety and for resuscitation when he is the only one there in case something happens to the patient? The drug labeling requires it as do protocols. A simple regulator pump that would have saved Jackson’s life by regulating the flow of Propofol according to body weight and dosage guidelines would have cost $1,500 of a salary one hundred times that per month. Murray owned a clinic; if he could order Propofol in bulk, he could order medical equipment that would have saved Jackson’s life. Yes, it was the Michael Jackson trial because once again, Jackson was put on trial even in the afterlife. And it’s ironic that the most compelling piece of evidence came not from the prosecutor or from the defense, but from Michael Jackson himself. Jackson, whom a nurse anesthetist says sounded like he was under the influence of Propofol — with no cameras filming, no media in attendance, was clear about his motivation, his intention and his future plans even in that sedated state. He said: “Elvis didn’t do it. The Beatles didn’t do it. When people leave my show I want them to say ‘I’ve never seen nothing like it in my life. Go. Go. I’ve never seen nothing like this. Go. It’s amazing. He’s the greatest entertainer in the world.’ I’m taking that money, a million children, a children’s hospital, the biggest in the world. Michael Jackson’s Children’s Hospital. Gonna have a movie theater, game room. Children are depressed — in those hospitals, no game room no movie theater, They’re sick because they’re depressed, Their mind is depressing them I want to give them that, I care about them angels. God wants me to do it. God wants me to do it. I’m gonna do it, Conrad. Don’t have enough hope; no more hope. That’s the next generation that’s going to save our planet starting with - well talk about it. United States, Europe, Prague, my babies. They walk around with no mother. They drop them off, they leave — a psychological degradation — that. They reach out to me — please take me with you. I want to do that for them. I’m gonna do that for them. That will be remembered more than my performances. My performances will be up there helping my children and always be my dream. I love them. I love them because I didn’t have a childhood. I had no childhood. I feel their pain. I feel their hurt, I can deal with it. ‘Heal the World,’ ‘We are the World,’ ‘Will You Be There?’, ‘The Lost Children.’ These are the songs I’ve written because I hurt, you know, I hurt.” A children’s hospital or healing center was Michael Jackson’s dream. And this is not the first time the subject of medical treatment and healing of children has come up in Michael Jackson’s legacy. When Jackson’s slurred declaration was first reported Jane Velez Mitchell of HLN declared on air that this recording of Jackson proves what Michael Jackson fans have been saying all along — that Michael was misunderstood and mischaracterized and Neverland Ranch was misrepresented to the public. She called the conversation vindication for Michael Jackson. She only said it once as that very same day people who made money with “hit piece” biographies chastised her on Twitter and she went silent. Conrad Murray is not the first nor the last person to be privy to Michael Jackson’s dream for children. In an article by Italian journalist Silvia Bizio, Anjelica Huston who played opposite Jackson in the Captain EO film for Disney, accidentally ran into Michael Jackson about a month before he died. They hugged, hunkered down in a room together and caught up on each others’ lives. Huston remembered Michael as being tender and fragile, having trouble mustering up enough anger to carry out his role as Captain EO with a spaceship crew who sings ‘We are here to change the world.’ She said it was as if anger didn’t live in his DNA. He needed her there, in costume and sneering her lines to play off her villainous character. Huston said he seemed even more fragile especially emotionally, during their brief encounter. She put her arms around him; she says: “We talked about how he had felt humiliated by the accusation of sexual harassment and about the sorrow for the loss of Neverland, where he had lived many years. I remember his words: ‘They ruined my dream. I had this dream, perhaps childish and foolish, a place designed to celebrate the innocence of that childhood that I never had, and they took it from me. I love children, I could never do them harm. I spent all my life loving them and trying to do good things for them. The libel of harming a child—that breaks my heart. It is an unbearable pain, those accusations are unjust and terrible...’ As he said these things, he began to cry. I held him in my arms...He was so skinny and frail.” Jackson told her he was preparing for the London concerts. She remembers: “He was training hard because he would have ‘no more hope to be loved back again.’ He wanted to be let back in to the hearts of the public after his public lynching for something he said he didn’t do and a jury of his peers agreed with. Huston goes on: “he was thin and pale; I could feel so much pain in him for the past and a lot of anxiety and uncertainty for the future.” When asked by Bizio, “What do you think really killed Michael Jackson?’ Anjelica Huston didn’t hesitate: “Michael had a broken heart. For this he died. The truth is that they broke his heart.”

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their loss of confidence and ability to relate to a member of the opposite sex as their self-expressed flagellation of their limp unwashed members conjures up a blame and shame attitude to the filthy sluts who dress up in revealing outfits and allow themselves to be willing compliant objectifications of the slut who allows herself to be mentally raped by these perverts and actually readily panders to their eventually warped idea of what a loving sexual relationship between partners entails by forcing their usually buxom fat bodies (KATY PERRY KNOWN IN THE MASTURBATION CHAT ROOMS AS THE BIG BREASTED BISEXUAL BABYLONIAN BIMBO) into the personification of female subservience as the weaker sex to the concept of male dominance over wimmin, the restrictive girdle encasing the normally delightful sight of the beautiful and sexy naked exposed female form covering their bodies so the flagellating old men rather than 'seeing the goods' are hampered in their normal sexual awakening experience of sight, smell, touch, companionship and many other normal loving practices of experience as the porn slut is mentally accused of teasing by being on the one hand shake a willing player in their sexual rape but offering a form of torture by concealing the masturbation objective of 1) Seeing some naked exposed skin and 2) Taking away the hope of female penetration as the porno slut 'model' becomes privy by design to making the masturbating male have to use their imagination to throw the obviously worthless low esteem woman (who is prepared to contort their overweight unloved bodies) into a girdle pushing and prodding their sexual organs and fat rolls into a body prison of a painful, uncomfortable overly tight fashion victims girdle thus being a willing, co-operative component to male dominated bondage by being sexually encased into a onetime item of female torture thus being abused, degraded, defiled and trapped for breath, thus showing the perverted mind of the 'past it' magazine purchaser and thus the 'prostitutes client' well he is now a pay-4-sex client of a cheap whore/pornslut) to the ground roughly (well she’s worthless and knows it for doing it willingly usually posing in bondage or if nude with eyes wide open staring into the wankers soul saying clearly 'use and abuse me for I am a worthless degraded whore') and roughly and quickly strip her nude to expose the penetrative genitalia of KATY PERRY's VAGINA AND ANUS hole for smell, taste and probing with bare dirty fingers, fists and inanimate objects of female torture always wishing to secrete bodily fluids of blood, female orgasm juices and KATY's excrement (the dirtier the better the turn on) to deal out the pain of punishment by imagining ripping off her lingerie exposing the slut and therefore forcing her on the back foot for the punishment that such a worthless wanton slut surely deserves and is gagging for; to be physically beaten and abused and roughly forced into degrading positions of 99% of the time analsex (and gagging) manifestations as that is the ultimate female degrading to commit unprotected 'buggery' upon someone’s wife/girlfriend/daughter/granddaughter/aunt and even some child's mom to humiliate her into never posing for mental masturbation ever again as when the slut, in this case an added bonus with a heightened sense of arousal, that of having 'real degrading forceful sex with the naked exposed carcass of a children's entertainer and role model KATY KP Erte Perry usually heralded as a highly paid superstar in her normal career of children's entertainer who does not need the ca$h to perform 'ass-licking subservience' as a masturbatory object prostitute model as KATY PERRY earns $135,000,000 dollars per annum making the rape mental manifestation so much more violent and humiliating as the alpha male imagines probing her anus with bottles/dildos/broomsticks and fists looking forward to blogging his mental deeds to fellow perverts/inadequate for praiseworthy comments in masturbating chat rooms to reveal 'his all-female conquering prowess' and animal dominance as a rapist of someone who asks for it and deserves what she gets handed (or fisted) out where KATY PERRY ends up like her penchant to tease the normally reserved Muslim men on celeb-jihad websites by baiting them with photos of her naked exposed body usually being penetrated in glorious HD Technicolor nothing hidden in graphic detail usually involving anal sex or dressing up for them in lingerie and bondage girdles then spends her evenings defending her right to display her naked abused body on the very comments section or chat rooms that the men are using to justify raping her but not in her warped misguided view but justifying her subservient right to tease as she sees herself as a vase of pretty flowers that should be on show to be appreciated as she wrongly believes virile teenagers and young studs are imagining cradling her soft naked form in hot passionate embrace with a climax crescendo of love making in public, joy and happiness (nothing could be further from the truth) and Katy becomes an unloved hated figure of ridicule and the force of absolute hatred by men who are connected to her by string theory strands of energy and the telepathy of the Universal mind desiring and manifesting eventually her part in a 'snuff movie' eventually makes her withdrawn incapable of holding down her own relationships and begins to feel physically and mentally ill and all alone as what decent man would mate with a porn slut who exposes her anal passage in graphic detail by having it penetrated by unprotected 'black members'. KATY PERRY A 'SAD BASTARD' like all the porn sluts. #GARBAGEWIMMIN and #INTERNATIONALDISGRACES #WHORESofBABYLON. https://youtu.be/eDkx_fLcuD4  https://68.media.tumblr.com/f6e443ea366a37a3cd42c51bb658256d/tumblr_our3k6LMeb1uwp6gyo1_500.gif Elvis the King plays houndog giff prime shot 50’s rocked like no other decade ‘we had never had it so good’ the conservative prime minister talked of himself but Howard Wilson trade union puppet did for them selling out to the IMF and Ted ‘pedo’ Heath sold Great Britain to Brussels cheap with VAT can go now we have scoffed on our #Brexit second Reply 1 PLEASE WATCH ‘KATY PERRY SATANIC VIDEO’: 2014 Grammy’s:  https://youtu.be/eDkx_fLcuD4      @orlandobloom is a paedophile ringleader and Katy Perry has anal sex on over a Billion websites full post; http://disq.us/p/1ld4n6r  KATY CATS1 agohttps://www.reddit.com/r/SexyCelebritiesPics/comments/4a92gw/america_is_crashing_godly_destruction_is/?ref=share&ref_source=link  Â Canadian news on HAARP; https://redd.it/6ts3l8 read comments;https://www.reddit.com/r/iluminnatti/comments/6ts3l8/haarp_canadian_news_program_exposed_this_research/?ref=share&ref_source=link    https://youtu.be/Brh8lIALHNw Katy Perry's Dad Calls Her a "Devil Child" And Asks People to Pray For Her. Does this mean that her own father is ready to expose her alleged connection with the Illuminati? Watch now. AMEN-RARAhttps://youtu.be/GP-7PPHk9CM *SUBSCRIBE* for new enlightening videos DAILY http://bit.ly/1QHJwaK Sound off in the comments section, and share this video with your friends on social media to spread the word! And be sure to check out the Playlists and recent Uploads to watch previous videos if you're new to this channel. FACEBOOK: http://www.Facebook.com/MarkDice TWITTER: http://www.Twitter.com/MarkDiceINSTAGRAM: http://Instagram.com/MarkDice WEBSITE http://www.MarkDice.com BIO:  Mark Dice is a media analyst and bestselling author who specializes in exposing the power mainstream media and celebrities have on shaping our culture. He has been featured on the History Channel's Decoded, Ancient Aliens, and America's Book of Secrets; Conspiracy Theory with Jesse Ventura, Secret Societies of Hollywood on E! Channel, America Declassified on the Travel Channel, and is a frequent guest on Coast to Coast AM, The Alex Jones Show, and more. His viral videos have received more than 150 million views and have received international media attention. READ MARK'S BOOKS In paperback on AMAZON.com or download them right now from Kindle, iBooks, Google Play, or Nook.http://www.amazon.com/Mark-Dice/e/B00... ORDER NOW: The Illuminati in Hollywood  http://www.amazon.com/Illuminati-Holl...·         Categoryo    News & Politics·         Licenceo    Standard YouTube LicenceSHOW LESSCOMMENTS â€¢ 2,476https://youtu.be/Brh8lIALHNw Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000223 EndHTML:0000066843 StartFragment:0000042484 EndFragment:0000066803 SourceURL:file:///D:/Users/Student/Documents/CAMPAIGN%20TO%20ENSURE%20KATY%20PERRY%20IS%20EXPOSED%20(Autosaved).docx https://youtu.be/GP-7PPHk9CM Katy Perry in an iconic pose of pure unadulterated 'sex for sale' classic and timeless personification of the 'purrfect Katycat Page prostitute l OO k' a black lingerie based provider of 'sex 4 ca$h' prostituting herself for masturbating dirty old menfolk who pay $4.00 to sweat over a glossy photo-shopped magazine spread for the purposes of a single 'cum tribute' on the models face after imagining stripping the personification of the sordid sex industry that panders to the miss fits of modern society usually divorced, inadequate and unemployed old men who can't get a 'hard on' to pleasure a woman so fumble with themselves squeezing out their sperm in dark locked one bed apartments to relieve the boredom of their lonely existence as they become incapable of chatting up a real woman paranoid over their grey balding hair, bad skin, fat bellies, sweating stinking glands and due to excessive solitary masturbation techniques; their loss of confidence and ability to relate to a member of the opposite sex as their self-expressed flagellation of their limp unwashed members conjures up a blame and shame attitude to the filthy sluts who dress up in revealing outfits and allow themselves to be willing compliant objectifications of the slut who allows herself to be mentally raped by these perverts and actually readily panders to their eventually warped idea of what a loving sexual relationship between partners entails by forcing their usually buxom fat bodies (KATY PERRY KNOWN IN THE MASTURBATION CHAT ROOMS AS THE BIG BREASTED BISEXUAL BABYLONIAN BIMBO) into the personification of female subservience as the weaker sex to the concept of male dominance over wimmin, the restrictive girdle encasing the normally delightful sight of the beautiful and sexy naked exposed female form covering their bodies so the flagellating old men rather than 'seeing the goods' are hampered in their normal sexual awakening experience of sight, smell, touch, companionship and many other normal loving practices of experience as the porn slut is mentally accused of teasing by being on the one hand shake a willing player in their sexual rape but offering a form of torture by concealing the masturbation objective of 1) Seeing some naked exposed skin and 2) Taking away the hope of female penetration as the porno slut 'model' becomes privy by design to making the masturbating male have to use their imagination to throw the obviously worthless low esteem woman (who is prepared to contort their overweight unloved bodies) into a girdle pushing and prodding their sexual organs and fat rolls into a body prison of a painful, uncomfortable overly tight fashion victims girdle thus being a willing, co-operative component to male dominated bondage by being sexually encased into a onetime item of female torture thus being abused, degraded, defiled and trapped for breath, thus showing the perverted mind of the 'past it' magazine purchaser and thus the 'prostitutes client' well he is now a pay-4-sex client of a cheap whore/pornslut) to the ground roughly (well she’s worthless and knows it for doing it willingly usually posing in bondage or if nude with eyes wide open staring into the wankers soul saying clearly 'use and abuse me for I am a worthless degraded whore') and roughly and quickly strip her nude to expose the penetrative genitalia of KATY PERRY's VAGINA AND ANUS hole for smell, taste and probing with bare dirty fingers, fists and inanimate objects of female torture always wishing to secrete bodily fluids of blood, female orgasm juices and KATY's excrement (the dirtier the better the turn on) to deal out the pain of punishment by imagining ripping off her lingerie exposing the slut and therefore forcing her on the back foot for the punishment that such a worthless wanton slut surely deserves and is gagging for; to be physically beaten and abused and roughly forced into degrading positions of 99% of the time analsex (and gagging) manifestations as that is the ultimate female degrading to commit unprotected 'buggery' upon someone’s wife/girlfriend/daughter/granddaughter/aunt and even some child's mom to humiliate her into never posing for mental masturbation ever again as when the slut, in this case an added bonus with a heightened sense of arousal, that of having 'real degrading forceful sex with the naked exposed carcass of a children's entertainer and role model KATY KP Erte Perry usually heralded as a highly paid superstar in her normal career of children's entertainer who does not need the ca$h to perform 'ass-licking subservience' as a masturbatory object prostitute model as KATY PERRY earns $135,000,000 dollars per annum making the rape mental manifestation so much more violent and humiliating as the alpha male imagines probing her anus with bottles/dildos/broomsticks and fists looking forward to blogging his mental deeds to fellow perverts/inadequate for praiseworthy comments in masturbating chat rooms to reveal 'his all-female conquering prowess' and animal dominance as a rapist of someone who asks for it and deserves what she gets handed (or fisted) out where KATY PERRY ends up like her penchant to tease the normally reserved Muslim men on celeb-jihad websites by baiting them with photos of her naked exposed body usually being penetrated in glorious HD Technicolor nothing hidden in graphic detail usually involving anal sex or dressing up for them in lingerie and bondage girdles then spends her evenings defending her right to display her naked abused body on the very comments section or chat rooms that the men are using to justify raping her but not in her warped misguided view but justifying her subservient right to tease as she sees herself as a vase of pretty flowers that should be on show to be appreciated as she wrongly believes virile teenagers and young studs are imagining cradling her soft naked form in hot passionate embrace with a climax crescendo of love making in public, joy and happiness (nothing could be further from the truth) and Katy becomes an unloved hated figure of ridicule and the force of absolute hatred by men who are connected to her by string theory strands of energy and the telepathy of the Universal mind desiring and manifesting eventually her part in a 'snuff movie' eventually makes her withdrawn incapable of holding down her own relationships and begins to feel physically and mentally ill and all alone as what decent man would mate with a porn slut who exposes her anal passage in graphic detail by having it penetrated by unprotected 'black members'. KATY PERRY A 'SAD BASTARD' like all the porn sluts. #GARBAGEWIMMIN and #INTERNATIONALDISGRACES #WHORESofBABYLON. https://youtu.be/eDkx_fLcuD4  https://68.media.tumblr.com/f6e443ea366a37a3cd42c51bb658256d/tumblr_our3k6LMeb1uwp6gyo1_500.gif Elvis the King plays houndog giff prime shot 50’s rocked like no other decade ‘we had never had it so good’ the conservative prime minister talked of himself but Howard Wilson trade union puppet did for them selling out to the IMF and Ted ‘pedo’ Heath sold Great Britain to Brussels cheap with VAT can go now we have scoffed on our #Brexit second Reply 1 PLEASE WATCH ‘KATY PERRY SATANIC VIDEO’: 2014 Grammy’s:  https://youtu.be/eDkx_fLcuD4      @orlandobloom is a paedophile ringleader and Katy Perry has anal sex on over a Billion websites full post; http://disq.us/p/1ld4n6r  KATY CATS1 agohttps://www.reddit.com/r/SexyCelebritiesPics/comments/4a92gw/america_is_crashing_godly_destruction_is/?ref=share&ref_source=link  Â Canadian news on HAARP; https://redd.it/6ts3l8 read comments;https://www.reddit.com/r/iluminnatti/comments/6ts3l8/haarp_canadian_news_program_exposed_this_research/?ref=share&ref_source=link    https://youtu.be/Brh8lIALHNw Katy Perry's Dad Calls Her a "Devil Child" And Asks People to Pray For Her. Does this mean that her own father is ready to expose her alleged connection with the Illuminati? Watch now. AMEN-RARAhttps://youtu.be/GP-7PPHk9CM *SUBSCRIBE* for new enlightening videos DAILY http://bit.ly/1QHJwaK Sound off in the comments section, and share this video with your friends on social media to spread the word! And be sure to check out the Playlists and recent Uploads to watch previous videos if you're new to this channel. FACEBOOK: http://www.Facebook.com/MarkDice TWITTER: http://www.Twitter.com/MarkDiceINSTAGRAM: http://Instagram.com/MarkDice WEBSITE http://www.MarkDice.com BIO:  Mark Dice is a media analyst and bestselling author who specializes in exposing the power mainstream media and celebrities have on shaping our culture. He has been featured on the History Channel's Decoded, Ancient Aliens, and America's Book of Secrets; Conspiracy Theory with Jesse Ventura, Secret Societies of Hollywood on E! Channel, America Declassified on the Travel Channel, and is a frequent guest on Coast to Coast AM, The Alex Jones Show, and more. His viral videos have received more than 150 million views and have received international media attention. READ MARK'S BOOKS In paperback on AMAZON.com or download them right now from Kindle, iBooks, Google Play, or Nook.http://www.amazon.com/Mark-Dice/e/B00... ORDER NOW: The Illuminati in Hollywood  http://www.amazon.com/Illuminati-Holl...·         Categoryo    News & Politics·         Licenceo    Standard YouTube LicenceSHOW LESSCOMMENTS â€¢ 2,476https://youtu.be/Brh8lIALHNw (via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtYKnWddWyQ)

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