Um I Need A Big Brother Who Tries Baby Trapping Me

The desire to message you is ferocious. An overwhelming urge to reach out and attempt to touch your mind. My tongue darting around in my mouth. Envisioning the words that would pass through my lips while I speak. Your reactions are everything.

i’m blushing anon pls make out with me🥺

ugh. forget everything i’ve ever said. unless you thought it was smart or funny in which case remember it forever

i called you dad that means you’re not allowed to pull out

i love not talking #theobserver

need to shakingly smoke a cigarette in a black silk nightgown like i just butchered someone in my livingroom

sorry for all the posts about wanting to ride dadcock it’s just that um i really want to ride dad’s cock

Overstim them until their legs are kicking out and all their protests are just jumbles of “please please please please” so you just keep going until they’re limp and barely conscious before finally slipping inside them