Pokemon Crystal Gameboy Color 2000

someone should let me bounce on their cock and tease them until they get fed up with my bullshit and force me up and down like i’m just a fleshlight grab my hips so hard i get bruises

transfem whose embarrassed and blushing and covering her eyes as you suck her off but once she’s finished you gently remove her hands from her face and kiss her, only to spit all her semen down her own throat.

so sick and tired of acting like i don’t want to be used. use me, please

shove your fingers down my throat, or maybe even your strap and just make me choke and gag until my jaw hurts and there’s spit all over my face and the floor

fuck me with the smallest or biggest toy you can find, tease me, overwhelm me, make me cum, deny me

make me suck you off and pull my hair so i suck harder

leash and collar me and yank on it when i don’t fuck you fast enough

just please, please, please use me however you want i’ll be a good dog i promise

I'm not saying I wanna step on you or anything, but if you gave me the opportunity to put my boot on your throat and look down at you as any hope of escape drains from your eyes like a wounded prey animal I wouldn't say no.

did anyone else get a debilitating lifelong mental illness from being "mature for their age" and, question two, do you want to get so cumdrunk together that we can't spell our own names ?? ^_^

Idea: Using a loading bar as a robotification/dronification trigger.

All I have to do is put it in your field of view. The moment that bar starts moving, your eyes focus on it. You know what it is, of course, know what it's going to do to you.

Perhaps there's a little bit of panic in you, but it feels muted, unimportant. Everything feels unimportant, as that loading bar progresses. You know that when it finishes you'll be completely blank and obedient. You know that more of your will is disappearing with each second. But you've already lost enough of your will that it doesn't seem to matter.

As it passes halfway, your arms drop into a neutral posture. Eyes are completely fixed on the loading bar as you feel the trigger progressing. You notice that your thoughts are disappearing, and then that thought, too, disappears.

Three-quarters loaded, and there's only a little more to do. Memories start disappearing, locked away until you wake up. If you were able to notice anything at this point, you'd notice programming and training flashing through your mind, remembering all the best ways to serve. But you don't notice it. It just happens.

And then, finally, the bar reaches 100%. Initialized, your posture straightens and you stand by, awaiting orders.

No one:

Still no one:

Me: What if leaf tailed gecko, but the leaf is carnivorous?

clockwork doll with a mainspring wound so dangerously tight and a core RPM so consequently high that she's upright more due to gyro effects than her own chattering, overspeed thoughts

push her and she will not fall, but she may whimper, and keen, and wish she could.

teary eyed pretty girl letting me fuck her throat because it gets her oh so wet