I See You As A Boy And I Worship You. You Are Divine Transsexual. Do Not Deny The Holy. I Will Worship

I love how quickly you reblogged that. wanna wake up moaning before you even realize that I'm touching you? wanna lazily grind against my hand while your body still feels limp?

- sir

i had just woken up when i saw your post, so it was perfect timing really- still feel sleepy and i'm already hard just thinking about you, would just rub myself all over you

they need to make mutuals that live 2 minutes away from u

we need more celebration for dry humping. feeling a guy’s rock hard dick through his clothes as he ruts and grinds against your hole??? sloppy make outs that turn to wrapping your legs around his waist as he groans in your ear

“such a good boy~ you want daddy’s cock, little prince?”

you should call me your dumb boy and make me cum in my pants 🥵 tease me and run your fingertips up and down my thighs until the outline of my tcock is visible. then make me cum with the tools of your choice - a vibrator, your hands, damn, even your words could be enough to make a dumb desperate slut like me cum… you should definitely laugh at me for cumming in my pants. and maybe you should do it again. and again. and again….

Thinking about holding an inexperienced puppy’s hips and guiding them to grind against my thigh. Listening to their sweet sighs as we find a rhythm together. Feeling them begin to take over, chasing their own pleasure just like I taught them

what if you just tied my hands and legs up so i couldn’t move and i was spread out and and and what if then you just kept using toys on me, teasing me, edging me, making me cum, using me however you want but just experiment with my body because it’s not really mine is it? i belong to you after all, sir, im nothing but your good little toy <3

horny but my tummy hurts. god is really giving his toughest battle to his weakest soldier

thinking about riding a guy with his hands tied up to the bedpost. watching his face squint in pleasure, his mouth fall open, the admiration in his eyes as he looks up at me.

and when he starts thrusting his hips up, i stop, making him whine

“don’t move. you’re a good boy, aren’t you? stay still then. no whining! hey, if you don’t quit whining, i’m gonna up and leave you here. yeah, gonna leave you just like this, tied up and rock hard. you don’t want that, do you? of course you don’t. be a good boy then, and stay still. let me take care of you.”

manhandling a guy to make him lay on his stomach, straddling his legs and making him jerk his head back by pulling his hair. spank him as pretty moans spill from his lips until his eyes are wet with tears. "oh baby boy, do you even hear yourself? such a pathetic little thing."

him squirming and whimpering, as i spank him once more, his skin red under my hand. pushing my strap deep inside him, as i whisper sweet nothings in his ear: "c'mon, i know you can take it. you're such a pretty toy, i'm sure you can handle just one more thrust."

manifesting myself with bruised knees from how much time i've spent on the floor sucking their tdick, licking their cunt, shoving my tongue in their hole, choking on their slick, being held by the hair as they thrust into my mouth. manifesting myself with bruised knees-