............Yes Daddy.............

I'm Becky, I love all things naughty and filthy and I like to post the things that make me wet. If you like to control, use, own and fuck I'm your girl!!
Please leave me naughty asks or submissions xo (not found any porn I didn't like, feel free to test me)......................

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thefemalecuntainer:

the-satyre:

She had heard the words before. She had seen the motivational videos, even read some of the books and blogged about the new movement to liberate women.
Now she was on her back with him towering above her. He was using her mouth and her face to pleasure himself. Her whole identity, her mind, had been reduced to a warm, wet place where he could simply dump a load of cum. The overpowering, dominating cock was literally fucking the very core of her feminist pride and as she created a neat ring of her red lipstick around the root of his manhood, she found that she didn’t want it to be any other way. The words danced in front of her eyes, slogans of a futile, pointless rebellion doomed by the vary nature of those who started it. She closed her eyes to them and pushed herself deeper, burying her nose in those big life giving balls, breathing in the scent of the man that owned her. The scent of power, dominance, fucking and impregnation. The scent imprinted itself in her mind and she finally felt content.

Good writing!

thefemalecuntainer:

the-satyre:

She had heard the words before. She had seen the motivational videos, even read some of the books and blogged about the new movement to liberate women.

Now she was on her back with him towering above her. He was using her mouth and her face to pleasure himself. Her whole identity, her mind, had been reduced to a warm, wet place where he could simply dump a load of cum. The overpowering, dominating cock was literally fucking the very core of her feminist pride and as she created a neat ring of her red lipstick around the root of his manhood, she found that she didn’t want it to be any other way. The words danced in front of her eyes, slogans of a futile, pointless rebellion doomed by the vary nature of those who started it. She closed her eyes to them and pushed herself deeper, burying her nose in those big life giving balls, breathing in the scent of the man that owned her. The scent of power, dominance, fucking and impregnation. The scent imprinted itself in her mind and she finally felt content.

Good writing!

Always end up sucking my thumb or something similar when I’m on tumblr/playing. My oral fixation is increasing, always need something is my mouth hehe