Trans girl musk is honestly so fucking amazing. Laying in bed between her legs, her relaxing on her phone while a huge, hard girlcock towers above you, achingly full balls right at your lips, and that intoxicating smell that hazes your head, makes it sooo hard to do anything but submit. The best part is, once she's done using your throat like a cheap fleshlight, you can just collapse right there, smell still flooding your mind with every breath, reminding it who it belongs to <3
Happy gojira day :0
i don’t think you can reclaim that f of g 😨
Aww honey, why are you crying? I thought you'd be happy to know that I want to be with you so badly.
Your confession was so touching and cute I think we'd make a perfect couple. But sadly there's a problem. I'm not attracted to men. I was really disappointed by that because apart from that you're just perfect. Luckily I figured out a solution how we can resolve this. I'm going to turn you into a girl.
What's with that look on your face? You don't really look too upset by this. No, I thought you're even happy. Have you been waiting for this? A crazy girl kidnapping you and turning you into her girlfriend?
Oh honey, I'm so glad you think so. I promise to turn you into my cute and adorable princess. You'll be mine and mine alone forever because I made you perfect. 💜
Trans girls will do anything except go to bed at a reasonable hour.
We’ll lie in bed staring at the ceiling, scrolling through old messages, overanalyzing every compliment we’ve ever received like they’re sacred texts. We’ll sit in front of the mirror at 2 AM, whispering sweet affirmations to our reflection, testing out new names under our breath just to see how they feel.
We’ll get lost in the glow of our screens, reading sapphic love stories, fantasizing about a world where we don’t have to explain ourselves—where a girl calls us hers without hesitation, without doubt. We’ll try on that one perfect outfit in the dead of night, twirling in the dim light of our room, feeling beautiful in a way we never let ourselves during the day.
We’ll stay up because sleep means letting go, and we’re not ready for that. Not when there’s still so much of ourselves to discover, to claim. Not when the night feels like the only time we can be unapologetically us.
Or maybe, just maybe, we’re staying up because we know she’s awake too. Somewhere out there, another restless trans girl is doing the same thing—scrolling, dreaming, waiting. And if we reach out, if we’re bold enough to send that late-night message, maybe we’ll both have a reason to sleep a little easier.
But not yet. Not tonight. There’s still too much to want, too much to feel.
And besides, who needs sleep when we could be whispering our deepest desires into the quiet of the night, where no one but the stars can hear?
i’m sucking on that girlpenis slowly and contemplative, like a french noir detective to a cigarette, gradually but methodically uncovering the question of how to make her cum.
his words are intoxicating
...obsession problems??? i dont have problems with obsessing. im amazing at it, actually.
i'm so sick and you should totally spend all of your time taking care of me
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