Missionary Is Underrated. It's The Best Position For Spitting In Your Mouth.

if i wanna make you my bitch, you're gonna sit and bark and hump my leg and stick your tongue out like one.

if i want a little girl, you're gonna crawl to me and call me daddy and giggle and dress like one.

if i want a fuckin whore imma put you in the most degrading pornstar outfit you've ever seen and make you feel worthless as i beat and rape you in it.

if i want you, imma have you in any way i fucking want. and you're gonna like it.

praise that turns into getting degraded. getting your pussy absolutely destroyed while you’re a moaning mess, pinned to the bed as he shushes you, treating you like a child as he talks you through it.

pet names moaned in your ear.

“oh, fuck, princess.”

drooling all over his fat cock when he shoves it into your mouth.

“yeah, come on slut. you’ve got it.”

as he switches between praising and degrading you, you’re left with no choice but to sit there and take his dick like the good little whore you are for him.

I can see it—the way your mind won’t stop, the way you’re unraveling, drowning in your own thoughts. You’re overthinking again, spiraling into a place I won’t let you stay. You don’t belong there, baby. You belong to me.

I grab your wrists, pinning them hard against the wall, my body pressing into yours, holding you still. My eyes lock onto yours, dark and unyielding. ‘Enough,’ I growl, my voice low, steady, undeniable. ‘You’re done thinking. That’s not your job right now.’

My hands trail down your arms, over your sides, deliberate and slow, forcing your focus onto every single touch. My lips find your neck, kissing, biting, marking you—not out of anger, but to remind you who’s in control. ‘Feel me, baby,’ I whisper, my breath hot against your ear. ‘Let me pull you out of that head of yours. Let me show you what you really need.’

I guide you, breaking you down piece by piece—every soft gasp, every shiver, every surrendering moment pulling you further from the chaos in your mind and deeper into me. You try to resist, but your body betrays you, arching into my hands, my voice commanding every inch of you.

‘There’s no room for overthinking here,’ I murmur, my grip tightening as I take you completely. ‘Just me, just this, just you falling apart exactly how I want.’ And as I push you past every barrier, breaking you down until there’s nothing left but raw, aching need, I smirk. ‘That’s it, baby. That’s what you needed. You’re mine now.’

fuck me like you’re in love with me. fuck me like you’re trying knock me up. kiss me while we’re connected. let me wrap my legs around you and ask you to go deeper with my pathetic puppy eyes. cum in me. fuck me like you can’t help yourself.

obsessed with the thought of being so good and so perfect for him that he can’t help but show me off to all of his friends

Fucking republicans getting in the way of my breeding kink.

use size kink against me. Tower over me. Wrap your hands around my neck and squeeze hard. Tell me how easy it is to manhandle me. Have your way with me. All while praising me, reminding me how tiny I am compared to you.

Alice Delish

Never been remotely interested in sensory deprivation before and suddenly its a need right now 😳

Blindfold + noise cancelling headphones so the only sense she has access to is the feeling of my throbbing cock pounding in and out of her dripping hole