if he practically moans at being called a good boy, he’s a slut. if he begs to have his ass fucked, he’s a slut. if he’s soaked in precum when teased, he’s a slut. if he blushes when you touch him, he’s a slut. if all he thinks about is being used as a toy, he’s a slut.
if you get needy from reading posts on here, you’re a fucking slut.
The video got flagged so I have to post the picture by itself - one of my favorite older ones, I was a bit skinner, but damn I still love this one 🐄
Let’s see how long you can keep up a conversation while I stroke your sweet cock.
Oh and Im gonna stop every time you break eye contact.
Cause every time you leave, I've been losing sleep
Got me touchin' myself, make it messy in the sheets
Want you on your knees, want you beggin' "Please"
I want to ruin you for everyone else, then carve my name into your skin like I'm signing a piece of art.
i’ve fucked guys i should’ve shot in the head
night 🌙💜
Objectification.
I’m tired of women being the ones put on display. It’s time men were treated like the decorative little playthings they are. Like some walking piece of meat, and nothing more.
I want them to dress for my eyes only. Tight shirts that cling to their chests, pants that show off every inch of their bulge, low waists that beg to be yanked down. Because that's all they're ever good for: women's entertainment.
They're not people—they're toys, eye candy, walking stress relief. Pretty little bodies, made to be ogled, abused, and used. Their comfort isn’t the priority, my satisfaction is. They weren’t made for independence or dignity; they were made to please. To serve. To look good kneeling, dripping, and humiliated.
Simple way to get rid of my attitude? Fuck it out of me. Aggressively. I need it to be violent. I need to be a bleeding, whimpering, marked up, fucked out mess afterwards that can't form a sentence.
i might change my hair to pinkk, i've been wanting it for a bit now.