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day three: favorite season: autumn

“autumn looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.”

Activist judge. From Texas.

No science involved. No medical expertise. No women involved in decision.

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Men deciding health care for women is never a good idea.

This was interesting I loved the quiz

What Kind Of A-Spec Magic Do You Have?

All people on the a-spectrum are made of their unique, individual magic. Answer the questions to find out what you're made of!

A just-for-fun personality quiz! Find out what kind of a-spec magic you have!

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Hey yeah in the midst of all the hype and the strikes, can we PLEASE fucking talk about this

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Cissy's Mom Tames a Tease

“Someone’s been such a naughty little tease, haven’t they?” The words took Kendra by almost as much surprise as the fingers; she recognized the voice, of course, it was Cissy’s mom, but she’d never heard the older woman’s tones filled with so much power and confidence and carefully controlled lust. “Walking around my house in nothing but her underwear all the time, acting like she doesn’t know what she’s doing when she bends over and shows off the outline of her pretty pink pussy through her panties. Well, I knew what you were doing, my darling girl. And I knew you were just waiting for someone to tame that hot little body of yours. Just like this.” She pressed a little harder over Kendra’s clit, causing a surge of pleasure to go off in the brunette’s head like fireworks.

Cissy’s mom followed it up by swiftly and neatly undoing Kendra’s bra with her free hand, exposing the slightly paler flesh of her breasts and contrasting her suntanned body, then stepping in until they were pressed tightly against each other and kissing Kendra’s neck right at the hollow of her jawline. “It won’t take more than a few moments, really,” the older woman murmured between nuzzling caresses, her lips constantly finding new spots to tease and tickle while her fingers continued their relentless stimulation. “You’re such a horny little girl, so weak and wet and needy for more, and all you really need is permission to sink into the pleasure and let your mind shut down and allow your pussy to do the thinking for you. Your pussy knows what it wants. Your pretty titties know what they want. You’re the only one who’s confused.” The other hand began to squeeze and pinch Kendra’s nipples, and she gasped in hot, tingling arousal.

This wasn’t what she’d expected when she agreed to spend Spring Break with Cissy at her mom’s house in Mendocino instead of joining the crowd down in Daytona. Kendra thought that she and Cissy would wind up getting together, spending their days sunbathing topless and their nights in the same bed. But it turned out that Cissy genuinely only saw her as a friend, and furthermore that she was there to reconnect with some old boyfriend who was happy to explore what college had made of the leggy blonde. Kendra barely saw her after the first day… but she saw a lot of Cissy’s divorced, independently wealthy mom. And apparently Cissy’s mom saw her, too. “Confused minds stop thinking, don’t they, pretty girl?” the older woman asked, and Kendra’s head lolled up and down in thoughtless acquiescence.

“Good girl,” the seductive voice purred, a pleasant contralto that tickled Kendra’s neck with every panting breath. “I’m going to keep rubbing you just a little while longer, just enough to make sure you don’t have a single thought left in that pretty, empty head of yours. And then I’m going to bring you into my bedroom and I’m going to throw you onto my bed and I’m going to tonguefuck that wet, horny pussy of yours until you see stars. Do you understand, little girl?” Kendra nodded. “Do you want that?” She nodded again. “Do you want to be a hot, needy slut for Mistress?” Another nod, the sense of amiable acceptance daisy-chaining from one agreement to the next until Kendra couldn’t even remember what she was saying yes to. She only knew she wanted it all, she’d never been touched like this by any of the boys or girls on campus, and her mind finally collapsed into perfect obedience as she shuddered in the first of many climaxes for her new owner.

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