#dirty thought

[lilangelbud]

Going on family vacation and a tall, curvy woman being used by her whole family after her partner ties her up and leaves her trussed up all wet and ready for her with a vibrator.

I hope I wrote what you had in mind

The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the sprawling vacation house nestled in the woods. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the faint tang of saltwater from the nearby lake. Laughter rang out from the kitchen where the family was gathered, their voices mingling with the clinking of glasses and the sizzle of dinner on the stove. She stood by the window, tall and curvy, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the glass. Her partner had been acting strange all day—secretive, almost mischievous—and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen.

“Come here,” he called from across the room, his voice low and commanding. She turned, her brow quirking as she met his gaze. There was a glint in his eyes, something dangerous and exciting, that made her stomach flutter. She crossed the room, her hips swaying slightly, and he reached out to pull her close. His hands were warm on her waist, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

She chuckled, a soft, throaty sound. “Oh? Should I be worried?”

“Not at all,” he replied, his lips brushing against her neck. “Just trust me.”

He led her upstairs, his grip firm on her hand, and the family’s voices faded into the background. The bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of a lamp casting shadows on the walls. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene: ropes neatly arranged on the bed, a sleek vibrator resting on the nightstand, and a bottle of lubricant beside it. Her breath hitched, and she turned to him, her lips parting in surprise.

“You’ve been planning this,” she said, her voice a mix of disbelief and anticipation.

“Of course,” he replied, his smirk widening. “You’ve been so tense lately. I thought you could use a little… release.”

She laughed, a nervous edge to it, but she didn’t resist as he guided her toward the bed. His hands were steady as he began to tie the ropes, looping them around her wrists and ankles with practiced ease. She shivered as the cool material touched her skin, the sensation sending a thrill through her body. He made sure the knots were secure but not too tight, his fingers brushing against her skin in a way that made her pulse quicken.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with a hint of mischief.

“For now,” she replied, her own tone teasing. “But I have a feeling that might change.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her deeply. His tongue explored her mouth, and she moaned softly, her body already responding to his touch. When he pulled away, he reached for the vibrator, holding it up for her to see. “This is going to help,” he said, his voice dripping with promise.

She watched as he lubed it up, her heart pounding in her chest. When he slid it inside her, she gasped, her back arching off the bed. The sensation was immediate, electric, and she clenched around the toy, her body already craving more. He turned it on, the low hum filling the room, and she let out a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering shut.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his hand resting on her thigh. “Just relax and enjoy.”

She tried to do as he said, but the intensity of the vibrations made it nearly impossible. Her hips twitched, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. He watched her carefully, his eyes dark with desire, and she could tell he was enjoying this just as much as she was.

“I’ll be back,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “Don’t go anywhere.”

She laughed, a breathless sound, and he leaned down to kiss her again before leaving the room. The door clicked shut behind him, and she was alone with her thoughts—and the relentless stimulation of the vibrator. She squirmed against the ropes, her body growing hotter with every passing second. The pleasure was building, a slow, steady climb, and she could feel herself teetering on the edge.

How long is he going to leave me like this? she wondered, her mind hazy with need. The house was quiet, the only sound the hum of the toy and her own ragged breathing. She closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the sensation, but a noise downstairs snapped her back to reality. Footsteps. Voices. Someone’s coming.

The door creaked open, and she froze, her heart leaping into her throat. It wasn’t her partner who stepped inside—it was another member of the family; her uncle. Her eyes widened as he took in the scene, his gaze roaming over her bound body with a mixture of surprise and hunger.

“Well, this is unexpected,” he said, his voice rough.

She swallowed hard, her mind racing. “I… I can explain.”

“No need,” he replied, stepping closer. “Looks like you’re already tied up with something.”

She let out a nervous laugh, but it caught in her throat as he reached for the vibrator, twisting the intensity up a notch. Her back arched, and she gasped, her body trembling under the onslaught of pleasure. He watched her with a satisfied smirk, his fingers trailing up her thigh.

“You’re so wet already,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Didn’t take much, did it?”

She shook her head, unable to form words. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”

His touch was electric, his hands exploring her body with a confidence that left her breathless. She could feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling tight in her core, and she moaned, her head falling back against the pillows.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Let go.”

She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she came, her cries echoing through the room. He watched her with a satisfied grin, his fingers still teasing her sensitive flesh until she was trembling and spent.

The door opened again, and she turned her head, her heart skipping a beat. Another family member stood there, this time it was her brother, his eyes wide with surprise and something else—something dark and hungry. She swallowed hard, her mind reeling.

“Looks like she’s ready for more,” her uncle said, his voice thick with amusement.

Her brother stepped inside, his gaze locked on her. “Ready or not, here I come.”

The room seemed to close in around her, the air thick with anticipation. She could feel their eyes on her, their desire palpable, and a shiver ran down her spine.

“Who’s next?” her uncle asked, his voice low and teasing.

She opened her mouth to protest, but the words caught in her throat as her brother stepped closer, his hands already reaching for her.

“Me,” he said, his voice firm. “I’m next.”

Her breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

“You might want to hold on tight,” he murmured, his voice a low growl.

She closed her eyes, her heart pounding as he began to untie the ropes, his fingers skimming over her skin.

“You’re going to need some freedom for this,” he said, his voice dripping with promise. “But don’t worry, we’re just getting started.”

Her body tensed, her mind racing as she tried to prepare herself for what was coming next. The room was alive with energy, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. She could feel the heat building inside her, the anticipation coiling tight in her core.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice a low, seductive murmur.

She hesitated, her breath catching in her throat. But before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss.

“Too bad,” he whispered against her mouth. “You don’t have a choice.”

Her heart pounded, her body trembling as he began to explore her, his hands moving with a practiced ease. She could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “Let go.”

She closed her eyes, her body arching as the pleasure washed over her, her cries echoing through the room. But even as the waves of ecstasy began to subside, she knew this was only the beginning...

[nanaminxs]

Jason Todd coming home from a long night of patrol.

Its late. 1 or close to 2:30 as he’s coming home and pushing the door open gently in case you were asleep. But you weren’t and he thanked the high heavens for it. As you looked up from your IPad, you quickly placed it on the side of your shared bed, in fear that if you didn’t drop it within the first 30 seconds he stood infront of you, you wouldn’t see it again.

Almost in an instant he’s peeling “work” clothes off and dragging you to the edge of the bed by your ankles. He wastes no time in undressing you, leaving you in your (his) boxers.

“I love you tons. Always gonna be here to protect you. Keep you safe. You know that, don’t you?”

Jason whispers to you, above the crackle of the sweet vanilla candle on the nightstand beside you. You nod, and Jasons tongue darts out to wet his lips. The only thing keeping you covered was being stripped away from your body and the fat tip of Jasons cock was being prodded against you, spreading you open.

“Keep that in mind. I’m about to fuck you like I could care less.”

[buckybuckyboo]

Just thoughts....

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI

When he wakes up in the middle of the night horny. It doesn't matter that you've already fucked tonight and that he made you cum multiple times. He just can't get enough of you.

He gently pulls you to lay on your back as he positions himself between your legs. Kissing along your chest and neck. Waking slightly feeling his lips on your skin "mmmm Buckyyy"

Your hands instantly combing through his hair.

"Why are you awake baby?"

You ask him, your voice laced with sleepiness. Feeling his lips on your neck. His lips ghost over the shell of your ear "you".

His cock slowly slides inside you. "I was dreaming about you.. I needed to be back inside you". Pulling his lips to yours in a heated kiss as he slowly grass his cock in and out of you.

"Your pussy is so perfect, fits my cock so well. You feel that? How it just slips right in?"

He pushes in fully, his cock so deep in your pussy just kissing your cervix, making you lose your breath. "Open your eyes for me baby? Come on, eyes on me". Opening your eyes and seeing his big ocean blue eyes looking right back at you. "Good girl, keep those beautiful eyes on me".

He starts to move his hips, he's not in any rush, slowly pulling and back in getting you ready. Once he feels your pussy squeeze his cock he knows he's working you up. He places his metal hand on your hip holding you in place, his other had on the side of your face. He looks deep into your eyes, snapping his hips forward into you hard.

It makes your breath hitch every single time his hips snap forward. Your pussy squeezing him even tighter making him grunt. "B-Buckyyy" "feels good doesn't ot baby" he whispers. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. I just can't get enough. Ugh- fuck!"

He buried his head in the crook of your neck. His pace doesn't change. Slowly out and snap back in, hitting your sweet spot every single time. He knows your close, your pussy squeezing him over and over again.

"That's ot sweetheart, squeeze me all you want"

"Buck-y pleeaseee"

His hips snap forward a few more times and you cum all over his cock. Your quiet moans is all he can hear in his ear. His hips still burying his cock deep inside you as his seed floods your pussy and cervix.

The gentle pants you feel against your neck. Running your fingers through his hair. He lifts his head looking into your eyes and kissing your lips gently. Rolling over and pulling you with him and laying you on his chest. You kiss his chest and lay your head back down, he smiles and kisses the top of your head.

[swcetescape]

my fingers aren't enough... i need someone to stretch my tight pussy and make me take it

[4ever-feral]

Whenever I see a Fictional man covered in blood…… SMASH😏

[menagerofmischief]

so we all know the scene where logan's shirt gets torn into pieces and his oiled up sexy ass abs are on the screen . . . yeah well;

imagine riding logan's abs post mission. he's sweaty and glistening and it's just making it easier to grind against his abs while the hair on his stomach tickles your clit. he's laid back, watching you, teasing you, maybe even smoking a cigar while he mocks you for getting off on his abs like a bitch in heat.

[bisexualwoman0]

How many people like bisexual women?

[hyunminism]

Like- yes,sir. Finish me,do anything you want to me.

[your-rubenesque-bunny]

New little "rage dumping"

IF you are a Dom, I'm assuming you are in control. But you aren't only controlling me.

If you want to be a Dom, you need to learn how to control yourself first. Self-control and stability from a Dom are the most important things.

When your sub says they don't want to do something or feel uncomfortable, you have to respect it. Don't be pushy. Don't dominate them with exhausting. That's not dominating. That's abusing. If you **really** want to do it, find an alternative you both like and agree with.

You are in charge, and commanding is much harder than obeying, so you need to know how to behave and not hurt your sub as a "mistake".

Learn before trying. Study what you wanna do before.

[lilangelbud]

Ok, I don’t know if you’ll be into this, but hear me out:

Dad’s best friend that you’ve been into since high school, but he ignored all of your flirtations. Until you came home from college for the summer. Not even thinking about it, you flirt with him, not thinking he’ll act on it. But you’re fair game now. Maybe he’s a lil psycho, but he actually loves you and he’s willing to do anything to make sure you love him too.

Also he def has salt and pepper hair, is in his late 30s or 40s, smokes, and drinks whisky neat. I literally can’t get this out of my head.

The summer sun hung heavy in the sky, casting a lazy warmth over the backyard. You leaned against the wooden railing of the patio, watching as smoke curled from the cigarette between your father’s best friend’s fingers. His salt-and-pepper hair caught the light, gleaming silver where it was streaked through with gray. He was in his late thirties—maybe early forties—but age suited him, carved lines into his face that only made him more arresting. The sharp edge of his jaw, the way he held himself with an easy, confident swagger. He’d always been like this, effortlessly magnetic. And you’d always noticed.

“You’re back,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, like it had been roughed up by whiskey and smoke. He didn’t look at you, just took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that danced in the air between you.

“Just for the summer,” you replied, your tone light, playful. You’d flirted with him before, back in high school, but he’d always brushed it off, treated you like a kid. But you weren’t a kid anymore. You were home from college, and the way he looked at you now—like he was seeing you for the first time—made something stir low in your stomach.

“College treating you well?” he asked, finally turning to face you. His eyes were dark, intense, and they held yours in a way that made your breath hitch. There was something dangerous in them, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

“It’s been… interesting,” you said, smiling a little. You stepped closer, not thinking about it, just letting instinct guide you. He didn’t move, didn’t retreat, just watched you with that same unreadable expression. “You been keeping busy?”

He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that made your pulse quicken. “Busy enough,” he said, taking another drag. “You’ve been gone a long time.”

There was something in his tone, something that made your heart skip a beat. Was that… jealousy? You dismissed the thought, shaking your head. He’d never been interested in you before. Why would he start now?

You leaned in a little closer, the scent of whiskey and cigarettes wrapping around you like a familiar embrace. “Miss me?”

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, you thought he might pull away, might laugh it off like he always had. But instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “More than you know.”

The words were soft, almost a whisper, but they hit you like a punch to the chest. Your breath caught, and you couldn’t look away, couldn’t move. His touch was warm, rough, and it lingered, trailing down your jawline before he dropped his hand.

“You’ve grown up,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. There was something in his tone, something possessive, and it sent a thrill through you.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, even as your heart raced. You weren’t sure what was happening, but you didn’t want it to stop.

He stepped closer, his body blocking out the sun, casting you in shadow. You could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell the whiskey on his breath as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “You should.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your knees go weak. This wasn’t the same man who’d ignored your flirtations, who’d treated you like a kid. This was someone else entirely, someone who looked at you like he wanted to devour you.

He pulled back, his eyes scanning your face, and you could see the hunger in them, raw and unrestrained. “You’ve always been trouble,” he said, his voice rough. “But now… now you’re fair game.”

The words sent a jolt through you, and you felt a surge of heat between your legs. Fair game. The thought made your head spin, made your breath come faster. You wanted this, wanted him, but there was something dangerous about it, something that made your stomach churn with excitement and fear.

He reached out again, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. His lips brushed against yours, a whisper of a touch that made your heart race. “You’re mine now,” he said, his voice low and possessive.

The words sent a thrill through you, and you felt yourself melt into him, your body pressing against his. His kiss was rough, demanding, and it left you breathless, your head spinning. He tasted like whiskey and smoke, and it was intoxicating, consuming you entirely.

His hands moved over you, rough and insistent, and you felt a surge of heat as he pulled you against him, his body hard and unyielding. You wanted him, needed him, and the thought of stopping never even crossed your mind.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, and you could see the hunger in his eyes, raw and unrestrained. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Say you’re mine.”

The words were out before you could think, before you could stop yourself. “I’m yours.”

He growled, a low, primal sound, and then his lips were on yours again, his kiss fierce and demanding. His hands moved over you, rough and insistent, and you felt a surge of heat as he pulled you against him, his body hard and unyielding.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, and you could see the hunger in his eyes, raw and unrestrained. “Again,” he demanded, his voice rough.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, the words sending a thrill through you.

He growled, a low, primal sound, and then his lips were on yours again, his kiss fierce and demanding. His hands moved over you, rough and insistent, and you felt a surge of heat as he pulled you against him, his body hard and unyielding.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice low and possessive. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

His hands were everywhere, rough and insistent, pulling you closer, pressing you against him until you could feel every hard inch of his body. His lips crashed into yours again, demanding, consuming, leaving no space for thought, only sensation.

You gasped into his mouth, your hands clutching at his shoulders, digging into the fabric of his shirt. His tongue swept against yours, hot and possessive, and a moan escaped, muffled by his kiss. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes blazing with something wild, something untamed.

“Say it again,” he commanded, his voice a rough scrape against your senses.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, the words trembling on your lips, but they were enough. A low, guttural sound rumbled from his chest, and then his lips were on yours again, his kiss harder, deeper, more desperate. His hands slid down your back, gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hard press of his arousal against your stomach, and it sent a thrill of heat spiraling through you.

His lips left yours, trailing down your jaw, your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver. “Mine,” he muttered against your throat, his breath hot, his voice rough. One of his hands slid up your side, his thumb brushing against the curve of your breast, and you gasped, arching into his touch.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he said, his voice low, ragged. “Every time I saw you, every time you smiled at me, I wanted this. Wanted you.” His lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear, and you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair. “But you were too young. Too innocent.” His hand moved lower, skimming over your waist, your hip, and then he was grabbing your thigh, pulling it up to hook over his hip. The movement pressed you even closer, and you could feel the hard length of him against your core.

“But now,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours again, “now you’re all grown up.” His hand slid between your legs, his fingers pressing against the fabric of your shorts, and you gasped, your body arching into his touch. “And I’m not going to hold back.”

His fingers found the edge of your shorts, slipping beneath the fabric, and you whimpered, your hands clutching at his shoulders. His fingers brushed against your wetness, and a moan broke from your lips. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough, strained. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” His fingers slid lower, teasing, stroking, and you gasped, your hips bucking against his hand.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice trembling, your body aching for more.

He pulled back, his eyes dark, intense, and you could see the hunger in them, raw and unrestrained. “Say it,” he growled, his voice low, demanding.

“I’m yours,” you gasped, the words tumbling from your lips without thought, without hesitation.

A low, possessive growl rumbled from his chest, and then his lips were on yours again, his kiss fierce, demanding. His hands moved to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down, and you stepped out of them, your breath coming in shallow gasps. His hands slid up your thighs, his fingers rough, calloused, and then he was pulling you closer, lifting you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He carried you, his lips never leaving yours, his kiss hot, insistent, and you could feel the heat of him, the strength of him, pressing against you. He laid you down on the cool grass, the summer sun warm on your skin, and then he was over you, his body hard, unyielding. His hands moved over you, rough, possessive, and you whimpered, your body arching into his touch.

His lips left yours, trailing down your neck, your chest, and you gasped as his mouth closed over your nipple, his tongue hot, wet, sending shivers of pleasure through you. His hand slid down your stomach, his fingers brushing against your wetness, and you moaned, your hips bucking against his touch.

“So fucking wet,” he muttered, his voice rough, strained. His finger slid inside you, and you gasped, your body clenching around him. He added another finger, stretching you, filling you, and you moaned, your hands clutching at his shoulders. His thumb circled your clit, and you cried out, your body writhing beneath him.

“Please,” you gasped, your voice trembling, your body aching for more.

He pulled his fingers from you, and you whimpered, your body arching, needing, wanting. He undid his belt, the sound loud in the quiet of the backyard, and then he was kicking off his jeans, his cock springing free, hard, thick, and you gasped at the sight of it. He gripped himself, stroking once, twice, and then he was positioning himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against you.

“Mine,” he growled, his voice low, rough, and then he was pushing inside, filling you, stretching you, and you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders. He stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust, his breath coming in ragged gasps, and then he was moving, pulling out, thrusting back in, and you moaned, your body arching into his.

His hands gripped your hips, holding you still as he thrust into you, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. “Fuck,” you gasped, your hands clutching at his arms, your body trembling beneath him. His pace was steady, relentless, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. His lips found yours again, his kiss hot, desperate, and you moaned into his mouth, your body shuddering with pleasure.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice rough, strained. “Take it. Take all of me.” He thrust harder, deeper, and you cried out, your body clenching around him, your orgasm rushing through you like a tidal wave. He groaned, his body stiffening, and then he was coming, his cock pulsing inside you, filling you with his warmth.

He collapsed on top of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the force of his release. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, your body still humming with pleasure. His lips brushed against your neck, and you shivered, his touch sending a thrill through you.

“Mine,” he murmured, his voice low, rough, and you nodded, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“Yours,” you whispered, the word soft, but filled with meaning. His arms tightened around you, and you let yourself relax, the warmth of the summer sun on your skin, the sound of his heartbeat in your ear. You belonged to him now, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[swcetescape]

showers together so you can hold me against the wall and press a shower head to my clit🫣 i mean... to save water!

[4ever-feral]

That’s my man - My precious baby - My one an only ✨José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal✨

[domm1etae]

i be havin' very VERY inappropriate thoughts about yunho lately..

[hyunminism]

I want to fuck him and at the same time I want to be fucked by him.

I need professional help pls-

[lilangelbud]

The train was packed, bodies pressed together in a way that made it impossible to tell where one person ended and another began. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and perfume, mingling into something heady and suffocating. You clung to the overhead strap, swaying gently with the rhythm of the train, trying to ignore the way your head felt fuzzy, your thoughts sluggish. The drink at the club had been stronger than you expected—or maybe you’d just had one too many. Either way, the world around you blurred at the edges, colors and sounds bleeding together in a hazy kaleidoscope.

A man stood too close behind you. You could feel the heat of his body, the way his breath ghosted over the nape of your neck. His presence was oppressive, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Your limbs felt heavy, uncooperative, like they weren’t entirely your own anymore. You tried to focus on the flickering lights outside the window, but even that was too much effort. Your head lolled forward slightly, your grip on the strap slipping.

His hand brushed against your hip, and you froze. No, you thought, he didn’t mean to. It’s crowded. It’s nothing. But then his fingers curled around your waist, pulling you back against him. You could feel the hardness of him pressing into your lower back, and your stomach turned. This isn’t happening, your mind whispered, but it was. It was real, and you were too out of it to do anything about it.

“Ssh,” he murmured into your ear, his voice low and rough. His breath smelled faintly of whiskey, and it made your head spin even more. “Just stay quiet, sweetheart. Don’t make a scene.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to push him away, to claw at his face, to do something, but your body wouldn’t listen. It felt like you were trapped in a dream, watching yourself from a distance, powerless to stop what was happening. His hand slid up your side, his touch bold and possessive, and you shuddered.

The train jolted, and his grip tightened, keeping you steady. “That’s it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “Just let me take care of you.”

No, no, no, your mind screamed, but your mouth stayed shut, your body limp and unresisting. His other hand snaked around your front, sliding under your dress to cup you between your legs. You gasped, but the sound was lost in the din of the train. His fingers pressed against you through the thin fabric of your panties, and you felt your knees buckle.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with something dark and hungry. “So sweet, so innocent. You’re just begging for it, aren’t you?”

You shook your head weakly, but it was no use. His fingers were already working their way under the waistband of your panties, slipping inside you with a confidence that made your stomach churn. He didn’t care that you were trembling, that your breath was coming in shallow gasps. He didn’t care that you were still trying to form the word stop in your mind. All he cared about was taking what he wanted.

Somewhere in the fog of your mind, you noticed the people around you. A woman across the aisle was staring, her eyes wide with something that might have been pity—or disgust. You couldn’t tell. A man a few seats down had his phone out, the camera pointed in your direction. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. Another man was leaning against the wall, his hand moving rhythmically under his jacket, his eyes locked on you with a hungry intensity that made you feel sick.

No one intervened. No one said a word.

The man behind you chuckled, low and dark, as his fingers moved inside you with cruel efficiency. “They’re all watching, sweetheart,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “They’re all enjoying the show. But you’re mine, aren’t you?”

[singto-prachaya]

I know we all have been talking about google trans being dirty and here's another victim.