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he's such a good boy 🤭

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a week ago

i need her so bad

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𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐~ The dungeon mouth had already closed behind you in a wet red shimmer that made the last honest torch look foolish, corridors breathing warm and sweet the way fruit breathes when it has been left too long in a locked room, and you had come down here in the light blue battle suit that still carried the square’s faith in every clean seam, rank sitting loud behind the belt, boots sure on stone that had not yet decided it hated you. The suit was built for movement and pride, pale cloth cut close to the chest and hips so a Hero would look like a banner even in the dark, the kind of blue that made villagers point and say the colour of morning still belonged to someone, stitching neat along the collar, a faint polish still clinging to the buckles from the last time somebody in the square had told you that looking official was half the work of staying alive. Then the wall opened. It did not break so much as bloom, a thick red sheet of living heat pouring out of the brick and taking the shape of a girl’s hunger before it took the shape of a girl, warmth slapping across your back and shoulders and the clean blue of the suit as she slammed you into the slime she had just become. The surface drank the impact and held, wrists kissed into the mess up to the gloves, shoulder blades sinking a finger’s width into a mattress that pulsed, boots swallowed just enough that standing became a rumour, the whole of you framed in a hot trembling red that refused to let the dungeon keep being a place you could leave. Up close the wall smelled like sugar going wrong and like the inside of a mouth that had already decided you were food, and it clung to the light blue fabric with a lover’s patience. She peeled forward out of her own wall with a bratty little sound that did not belong in a place with bones in it, red slime gathering into heavy tits and a narrow waist and hips that shone like they had been oiled for a worse kind of prayer, her body still half merged with the stuff pinning you so that every breath she took made the wall tighten around your arms. Her face came together last, pretty in a way that felt stolen from a better room, mouth wet, eyes bright with the particular spoiled delight of a girl who had felt your levels humming through the stone before you even turned the corner. She shoved those fat slick tits straight into your face before you could finish the sentence about ranks and clear conditions, smothering the blue collar and the proud mouth under warm jiggling weight that smeared across your cheeks and sealed against your lips until the dungeon became the valley between them. “𝑶𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒃 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓, 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐, 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔, 𝑰 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕~” [+ 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐃] [+ 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑] The wall answered her like a loyal animal, red slime crawling tighter around your wrists and the clean lines of the battle suit, soaking into the light blue cloth until it clung translucent over the muscle you had brought down here to matter, every buckle gleaming stupidly in a room that had already chosen a different kind of victory. She kept her tits mashed to your mouth while her hips found the hard shape already lifting under the suit, grinding that slick heat along the clothed shaft with a bratty little roll that made the fabric darken and shine, and you could feel every ridge of yourself through the wet blue, the suit turning traitor the moment her mound dragged up the length of you and sat there, warm slime kissing the head through cloth, then sliding down again so slowly the humiliation had time to arrive with the pleasure. She did not take you out of the suit because taking you out would have been a kindness of a different sort, and she wanted the meaner version, the one where a Hero stayed dressed like the square still owned him while a slime girl used the outline of his cock as a toy she could milk through weaving. [𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] “𝑴𝒎, 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒓𝒖𝒃 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓, 𝒔𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑿𝑷 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒔𝒆~” The first leave of rank arrived so sweetly you blamed the heat of the wall, a warm slide out of the place behind your belt that felt like the suit getting heavier instead of you getting cheaper, brightness beading somewhere you could not put a hand because your hands belonged to the slime now, and she felt it anyway, laughing into your smothered mouth as her tits bounced against your face and her hips kept that mean wet rhythm along the clothed cock. Light blue turned darker between your bodies where her slime soaked the fabric, the outline of you standing obvious now, trapped and shining, a proud colour reduced to a slick map of the exact place she wanted to ruin, and she used that outline like a handle, dragging her folds and the soft underside of her stomach over it in long spoiled strokes that made your hips try to thrust into a girl who was also the room. The wall drank those tiny thrusts and gave you nothing back except a tighter hold at the wrists, red slime kissing up under the collar of the battle suit. [𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] You tried to turn your head toward the corridor and she followed with those heavy red tits, smothering the attempt until your mouth opened against her skin and stayed there because there was nowhere else for a mouth to go, her cleavage sealing over your nose just long enough to make the air feel like a gift she could take back. The pleasure of being rubbed through your own colours made the dungeon feel smaller than the space between her breasts, stone forgotten, torch forgotten, the blade at your hip reduced to a useless stripe of official metal while her body kept working that soaked bulge with a patience that was almost affectionate. Another braid of levels left on a slower grind, her mound sliding from the trapped base to the soaked head and sitting there with a bratty press that made the cloth cling to the slit underneath, heat blooming through the suit as if she could drink you through weaving, and your arms pulled against the wall only to feel the slime hug tighter, loyal to her in a way the square had always wanted you to be loyal to it. “𝑷𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆, 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒚, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑿𝑷 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒕~” [𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] She ground faster when your breath went uneven against her skin, red tits slapping softly over your eyes and mouth, slime stringing from her nipples to the wet blue collar as she rubbed that clothed cock with the full spoiled patience of a girl who knew the wall would do the holding. The suit clung so tight now it looked painted on where she worked you, a dark shining stripe of Hero trapped between her body and the dungeon, every pass of her hips pulling another thin bright leave of rank up through the fabric and into the heat of her, the place behind your belt dimming in time with the wet sound of slime on cloth. You could hear your own pulse in the smother. You could feel the wall breathing with her, a slow greedy flex around your wrists and the small of your back whenever she liked the noise you made into her chest. You could feel how little of the fight was left in your arms once the pleasure of being used through your colours started teaching your hips to help. The surplus went first, that extra brightness a clear is supposed to leave a man with, soaking out of you on a long upward grind that ended with her sitting her heat on the trapped head until the cloth shone and your thighs tensed in boots that could not step anywhere. Then the edge went, the part you would have used to cut a rope or call a warning, sliding out of the belt and into the warm red press of her as she smothered the sound you tried to make and replaced it with the bounce of her chest, heavy slick flesh filling your sight until the dungeon was only cleavage and the taste of her skin and the filthy drag of her body along a cock she refused to set free. [𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁, 𝐑𝐔𝐁] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏] “𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑿𝑷 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒚, 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉, 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈~” She pinned your face deeper into that slick cleavage and worked the last of you with her hips alone, a wet punishing grind along the trapped cock that made the light blue suit shine from collar to thigh, the wall hugging your wrists as if it wanted to feel the moment with her, slime flexing at your spine in time with every spoiled roll. The climax gathered under soaked cloth like an oath you had never meant to sign in a dungeon, heat stacking behind the belt and in the head she kept polishing through fabric, your mouth open against her skin, your body helping her even while the last of your pride tried to call it a fight. When it broke it broke all the way, thick helpless pulses spilling inside the battle suit while her body kept rubbing through it, XP tearing loose with the spend in a bright rush that hollowed the place behind your belt and soaked into the red of her and the red of the wall together, the cloth at your hips going hot and dark as she milked the aftershocks against you without ever giving your cock the dignity of air. [𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!] [-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏!] [𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃] She stayed there through it, tits smothering your ruined breathing, hips rolling lazily over the wet twitching shape in the blue as the last of your rank left with the mess cooling between the suit and her slime, and when she finally eased her chest back it was only far enough to look at the wreck she had made of a colour the square still trusted. The wall kept you. The suit clung like a second confession. She dragged one shiny red finger down the darkened stripe where you had finished and brought it to her mouth with the unhurried greed of a girl stealing dessert, bratty smile wet, eyes bright with the levels she had rubbed out of a man who never got to draw the blade. Slime glistened on the light blue collar and at the soaked bulge she had used, strings of her body still kissing the fabric as if the dungeon intended to keep the evidence. “𝑴𝒎, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑿𝑷 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌, 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕~” She gave the soaked bulge one last slow grind that made your emptied hips twitch against the wall, then melted a little closer so the dungeon could finish holding what she had finished draining, red slime shining on light blue cloth, your rank sitting in a body that had never needed to undress you to ruin you, the corridor beyond her shoulder still pretending it led somewhere a Hero could walk. 𝑰𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒕~ {𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑬𝑵𝑫?: 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐄𝐧𝐝!}

Nothing like accident calling ur dom mommy UNMUTED WHILE ON VOICE CALL WITH UR FRIENDS 💀😭 LIKE FUCK I HAD TO BRIBE THEM NOT TONTELL THE REST THE GROUP

Hey. Eyes down here, boobiebrain. No no, I didn't say to make eye contact. You don't deserve that. You're going to stare long, hard, and well at my 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒, got it? That's better... just watch them sway back and forth, back and forth, back and forth... Hey, I didn't tell you to look away. I didn't tell you to scroll down. You're going to keep staring at my boobs until you've liked, RTd, and commented, all to inflate my already oversized Brat Ego~ Good loser <3

you + chastity cage + ADA OVERRIDE APK + my voice in your ear telling you how pathetic you look.🥰 that’s the only way beta boys should be allowed using a smartphone from now on.💖 ♡ and ⟳ if you agree and are ready to be infected~💋

@Goonedoutcow PLEASE I WOULD SELL MY SOUL

@findom567036 @jadeownsu YES

@worshipalyson Bet inv

Its just the truth that doing drugs and excessive masturbation is the best way to spend your free time. Youve had it, you know you want it, you know you want more of it. My autistic ocd ridden rational thinking loops all point to success being hidden at the penis

@CoreyDowns1649 @emberdoesasmr How did that go?

@Goonedoutcow Ngl a women at work showed me her arm pit for a tattoo and I deadass almost tryied to huff it 😵‍💫🫣🤦‍♂️

There are two types of people in this life... Winners, and losers~ You can try to be a winner all you like, but face it! I can read you... desperately stroking your lil clitty, endlessly lewdscrolling in search of more stimulation, worshipping and sending to big tiddy brats~ You're NOT a winner, simpy, and that's okay! Losers are cute too! I think it's adorable when someone accepts the fact their bloodline will end with them, accepts that they'll never get real pussy, accepts their place in life is as a brat's wallet~ Two types of people, and you know who you are~

You can feel it, can't you? That 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙, that 𝑡𝑢𝑔, that overwhelming, all-consuming 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 to indulge yourself~ To stroke your mind away to your favorite porn, to let your addiction get even 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞~ Oh sure, the feelings subside once you give in, but they always return, even stronger, even hungrier, even greedier~ You can swear it off. You can try nofap. You can do your absolute best to fight it, but it will NEVER be enough... once the feelings return, they're too strong to ignore~ Your brain is literally being rewired every time you lose to your desires. You are being molded into a pornslave, who only exists to stroke. But... that's what you want, isn't it? To leave your life behind, to embrace your own destruction? It's what 𝐼 want for you~ Go on... 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑀𝐸~

@Goonedoutcow 😵‍💫🫣 I can't lose rn.. im getting ready for work...

@Goonedoutcow BET

@AspieDoctor SCEW THEM ONLY USS

@VeloraVenom YES MA'AM

@AspieDoctor Even at our friend's houses🫣😵‍💫