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She's so cute and innocent looking (i want to fuck her in the ass)

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wdym mutual masturbation isn’t when you jerk off to your tumblr mutuals…?

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🎀 💞 how I treat my kitten 💞🎀

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Reblog to give prev's boob a squeeze

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"Im gonna pound a fucking litter into you" Suddenly im drooling and whining and grinding and

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Breeding Season

You didn't know what you were getting yourself into, but you knew that you were safe. You didn't know how much work it would be, but you knew you'd love it. You didn't know if it would hurt or not, and frankly, you didn't care. Pain wasn't a barrier for entry. It was part of the entry. Part of the fun.

But now you're sitting in the middle of seven men of varying ages, shapes, and sizes. The oldest of them all was standing in front of you. The rest completed the circle. Each one held a candle in one hand and a seed in the other. Naked, covered in calming, scented oil, and wearing a crown of newly-grown flowers, you take in their unique scents, voices, and looks as they walk a slow circle around you, chanting. You don't know what they're saying, and frankly, you couldn't care less.

Seven hard cocks were being prepared for you.

When the chanting ended, each man placed a seed in your mouth. You swallowed it with water. It was symbolic. Each man planted his seed inside you, their bastion of fertility, their queen of renewal, their priestess of rebirth.

When each man, save for the oldest, had performed their part, you were lifted bodily, six sets of hands hoisting you effortlessly as six strong men held you in the air while your throne was removed and replaced by a soft, comfortable "bed." You'd never consider sleeping in it, but being taken by seven men at once?

Absolutely.

Except, that wasn't what would happen. You were still very in the dark about what was going on, even as the raised bed was decorated with fresh-picked flowers. You could hear voices of women--your de facto sisters, though they did not hold the esteem you held in the circle of men. They were chanting, or singing, or praying to some entity of fertility?

They went silent, approached the raised bed--the altar, for lack of a better term--and each one anointed your forehead with some mixture of fluids. You didn't ask questions, and you didn't care. It was intoxicating.

They were soon replaced by the seven men. They were busy, now, their bodies jostling stiffly, their breathing quickened. A quick glance told you that they were masturbating. Oil slickened their shafts, causing the air around you to crackle with the wet, slick sounds of men stroking. The eldest of the men looked down on you. Your legs spread instinctively, and his imposing cock towered over your vulva. He pressed it against your stomach.

"You wish to receive my seed, to bear my fruit, to grow fat with life and give birth to as many children as the gods may grant you?"

You nod. Your mouth is dry. Your heart is pounding. He enters you, and it is only then that you realize you are so aroused that your loins have swollen. He pushes through, oil facilitating his passage, though the pain of your swollen vulva stretching around his manhood is as intense as the pleasure. Your hands grip the altar. Your eyes roll into your head.

You have no awareness of how long he thrusts into you. Your mouth and hands are filled with flesh, then emptied, as the other men earn the great honor of having their cocks in contact with the Mother.

When the elder man reaches his zenith, everything seems to stop. You lock eyes with him. His hair hangs down over his sweaty face, clinging to his cheeks and jaw, his beard, struck with sprinkles of white hair, drips onto your chest, your stomach, even your face.

His seed blossoms into your womb. As though by some force of magic, you can feel his seed taking root, finding your eggs and burrowing deep into them. You sob once, twice, and then gasp in elation as your loins clench around his shaft. A great torrent washes over you. Or rather, several great torrents, as each man empties himself onto your flesh, staining your face, your torso, your hair, your hands in their spend.

Too soon, the men depart, replaced by your Sisters. The hurriedly swipe away the seed, collecting it into tiny metal vessels, as the youngest sister collects the spend from your leaking, swollen vulva.

"Drink, Mother," they say reverentially, "and complete the Breeding Season Ritual."

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Girl dinner

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If I don’t have gross sex soon I will slowly disintegrate into nothingness

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She's a 10 but she lives fuckign somewhere else

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Picture this: your pretty pussy stuffed full with a thick vibrator while I lick and suck on your sensitive little clit

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i want to be flirted with!!! i want to be desired!!! i want to be lusted after!!!

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mission accomplished: reblog has been liked by specific mutual that it was rbed for

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Back rubs that turn in to ass and pussy rubs.. reblog if you agree