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Been texting with my Mom from a burner phone , she has no idea its her own son asking to see her ass and cunt and sending pics of my dick haha couldn't believe she was such an easy slut 

I love seeing my cock next to such a sexy pussy!! Any other women out there who like doing tributes of their own? S/o to Sluttycouple69x for this amazing one!!

The best sex I ever had was when I was strung out on Meth and fucked my buddy's wife with him. She squirted all over my face while blowing him, and then rode my cock for a while. She's so fucking sexy and I hope even just her and I fuck again. She seemed to have more fun sucking and fucking me than she did her own husband.

Hi,
Recently separated and looking to hookup with female  (but willing to experiment with very feminine TV/CD/sissy/ladyboy bottoms)
Looking for a slow approach: coffee dinner, etc and see if there's room for something more.
Got my own place and car, so,happy to host or drive small distances to accommodate. Also happy to provide short term accommodation for girls who might need some space to thjnk (no obligations) and who knows....
I'm respectful, mannered and polite, old fashioned at times, just looking for some company, a normal life (food, movie, drinks, etc).
420 & other things friendly
Only thing I draw a line at is: pay for company, that's a no-no (don't even waste time). Will pay meals, drinks and other means of fun, but that's it.
If it appeals to you get in touch and we can make arrangements and meet up 

Edinburgh ( Scotland, UK) area or nearby only

Cheerio, 

 Black Owned

The mall was a shithole, its flickering fluorescent lights buzzing like a dying wasp nest. Alex, 19, fresh off volleyball practice, strutted into the Victoria’s Secret PINK section like she was daring the world to fuck with her. Her father, Greg, trailed behind, cursing under his breath. He’d lost a stupid-ass bet—naming every goddamn Pixies song—and now he was stuck in this neon-lit cesspool of lace and cotton, his boots scuffing the grimy linoleum.Alex had just showered at the gym, her skin still slick, her hair dripping with that cheap coconut body wash that smelled like a tropical dumpster. But the shower didn’t scrub away the raw, feral energy of the court—her eyes fucking burned with it, sharp as broken glass. She zeroed in on a rack of PINK thongs, snatching a pair so goddamn skimpy they looked like they’d disintegrate if you breathed on them: hot pink, strings thinner than dental floss, with a cotton gusset that was more of a suggestion than actual fabric. “These,” she snarled, tossing them at the cashier, some dead-eyed hag who rang them up like she was already half-buried.Back home, Alex vanished into her room, the door slamming like a fucking sledgehammer. Greg collapsed onto the couch, the TV spitting static, the air in the house thick as shit, like something was breathing down his neck. He tried to shake off the mall’s sickly glow, but it stuck to him like sweat.Hours later, Alex sauntered out, her volleyball spandex shorts clinging to her thighs—black, glossy, so fucking tight they were basically see-through, the hot pink thong’s outline taunting him through the sheer fabric. She flicked something onto the living room floor: the PINK thong, crumpled, soaking wet, its strings frayed like they’d been chewed up by something alive. The cotton gusset was stained dark with sweat and grime, smeared with a yellowish muck that made Greg’s stomach lurch. The smell hit him like a punch to the face—musky, primal, a fucked-up mix of coconut body wash, volleyball court sweat, and something darker, like wet earth mixed with sweet, rotting fruit. It wasn’t just dirty; it was alive, burrowing into his lungs, making his head spin like he’d snorted something bad.Alex leaned against the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting under the flickering lights, the pink thong’s outline mocking him. Her lips curled into a smirk that screamed fuck you, her eyes glinting with something too goddamn sharp. “They’re fucking wrecked,” she said, her voice low, like she was laughing at the universe. “Practice was a bitch. Gonna need more.”Greg’s jaw clenched. “Alex, what the fuck? And where’s your goddamn homework? You think you can just skip that shit and leave your nasty-ass laundry everywhere?” His voice cracked, but his eyes were glued to the thong. The frayed strings twitched, the smell growing thicker, sweeter, pulling at something sick and wrong inside him. He wanted to scream, to throw the fucking thing out, but his body wouldn’t listen, his breath hitching as the scent clawed into him.She didn’t answer, just stood there, smirking, her see-through spandex shorts a fucking taunt. The room felt like a furnace, the walls sweating, the air pulsing with that smell—coconut, sweat, and something that wasn’t fucking human. Greg’s hands shook as he grabbed the thong off the floor, the strings slick and frayed, the gusset heavy with that rotten, intoxicating scent. He couldn’t stop himself. He brought it to his face, the smell flooding his senses—musky, sweet, metallic, like a fever dream you can’t wake up from. His mind screamed what the fuck are you doing?, but his body didn’t care.Then, rage kicked in. Alex’s smug-ass smirk, her skipped homework, the way she stood there like she fucking owned him—it was too much. He spat on the thong, a thick glob hitting the stained gusset, mixing with the wet grime. He tossed it back to the floor, cursing under his breath, thinking she hadn’t seen. But the smell didn’t fade; it got stronger, mocking him, curling around him like a noose. Alex turned and walked away, her spandex shorts glinting, leaving the thong there like a fucking landmine.The next day, Alex wore the same goddamn thong. Greg didn’t know how she didn’t notice the spit, the grime, the way it was falling apart. She strutted around in those see-through spandex shorts, the pink thong’s outline glaring through the fabric, wet and clinging like it was part of her skin. She went to volleyball practice, came back, and tossed another ruined thong on the floor—always wet, always stained, always reeking of that same sickening smell: coconut, sweat, and that sweet, decayed earthiness that made Greg’s head swim. Her smirk never faltered, her eyes glinting like she knew something he didn’t.It became a fucking ritual. Every day, Alex would shower, pull on those see-through spandex shorts, and leave a new PINK thong on the floor—wet, frayed, the strings curling like they were alive, the gusset soaked with sweat and grime. And every day, Greg would pick them up, cursing her for skipping her homework, for being such a reckless fucking mess. But he couldn’t stop himself. He’d sniff them, the smell hitting him like a musky, sweet, metallic, rotting, alive—pulling him deeper into something he couldn’t name. He’d spit on them sometimes, furious at her, at himself, but the thongs kept coming, always wet, always reeking, always there.One night, Greg stood over the latest thong, his hands shaking, the smell so thick it felt like it was choking him. Alex stood in the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting, the pink thong’s outline a fucking curse through the sheer fabric. “You’re so fucking pathetic,” she whispered, her voice echoing in his skull, layered with something that wasn’t her. The room tilted, the walls dripping, the thong’s strings writhing on the floor. “Keep sniffing, Dad. You’re already fucked

Own flesh and blood

Sexy Mom Hazrat Fatima Cheats on her husband, and commitment for sex with her own son Hassan. Hassan is very crazy for fuck own mom Hazrat Fatima 💦💦💦

I'm a 40 year old man and I've always been fascinated at the fantasy of gender swapping and role reversal. It's always something that has stirred something inside of me to be faced with a woman wearing a strap-on cock and for her to take control of me and fuck me like a worthless whore. The problem that I've always run in to with this fantasy is that it doesn't fit in to the stigma and stereotype of a masculine or manly and most women I've dated wouldn't hear the fantasy through let alone wand to try or take part of it. I think that has been my biggest issue is that the women I approach with my fantasy are straight, and so now I'm thinking that I've been going about trying to fulfill that fantasy of mine wrong this whole time. Maybe infact instead of straight women I need to be looking for lesbian, buch lesbian women that want/need to be the ones in control of a sexual encounter and fulfill the role of a man... My issue being that while that would be the attitude of the person I need for my fantasy I also want the feminine parts of a woman from taking care of herself and shaving to having a nice set of tits that would flop about as she is owning me like the slut I long to be. To be certain this fantasy of mine is, or rather has, turned out to be much more complicated to fulfill than I ever thought it would be.... If there is or are women out there that have fantasies about gender swapping and role reversal please message me so we can at least fantasize about it together, even if it's only online....

Who wants to own my wife’s ass

Jerking off in to my own mouth 💦💦💦😛

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Bing my Master's porn and good girl hopefully- So while my Master was away I created sinful interaction between prof and blonde having her suck his cock while I was just pushing her head down his cock and making her gag and giving her kisses and petting her head like a good girl while corrupting for my Master. And then my Master craved that to be recreated just this time with me part taking as well.. so after last night meeting and me always wanting to be a good girl and craving rewards or at times just being not selfish and try to help my Master's intense mood. Lol am I choosing wrong, I think this always makes Him more intense making me His whore and porn. So yes I promise I won't be greedy for Your cum and better sit still not making actions on my own. What?? I want to make You happy but it backfires, it's fact. So meet with them last night and figured to prove my Master my devotion.. wasn't wet just stubborn and slutty determined.. flirt was easy because prof is already always into some kinky things.. it does feel like punishment when I just have to do it to prove, without my Master around to play with me. But regardless yes it was greedy desire to have Your eyes on me. I am happy slave if that was the case and still waiting Your positive reaction. That makes me playful and wet. It's like ohh I was soo good... toyed with his lap and showing her how to sit in his lap and made him hard next thing I know we are on our knees sucking his cock and then turning her back so he fucks her pussy and then sucking him off again while I sit on her face and watch his face while fucking her.. then back on our knees sucking him a bit me a bit her.. until he came on her face while I was holding his cock.. figured my Master might like I corrupted her and got her first facial.. i gave her a kiss and a lick of his cum ;p

Cumming on my own little sister Hailey

This cock is hungry for some owned pussies . Share ur wife or gfs so that I can help my self cum to them

Who wants to own my wife fat ass

Lick it like you own it!

I have a kink that’s hard to explain to most people. It’s not just about being naked — it’s about being seen. Exposed. Turned into something that’s not quite a person anymore... but more like a filthy little trophy.
I send strangers nudes of myself — raw, slutty, degrading photos — and I beg them to use them. Not just to jerk off. That’s too easy.
I want them to keep me. I want them to slide my photo into their wallet like a secret. I want them to make me their phone background, my legs spread wide for every text notification. And when they go a step further?
God, that’s when it gets good.
One man printed out a photo of me on glossy paper and stuck it to his fridge — right between his k**s’ artwork and the weekly grocery list. He sent me a pic of it with the caption: “You’re family now.”
Another man framed one of my more explicit shots — me, bent over, plugged, drooling — and set it on his office desk like I was his fiancée. Right next to a coffee mug and a photo of his dog. His coworkers had no idea, and that made it even hotter.
But the best?
One guy told me he was having a get-together — drinks, music, friends. And right before guests arrived, he cast my photo up on his giant TV. Full screen. Full spread. Lights low, image glowing.
He said nothing. Just let it sit there as people came in and noticed.
Some laughed. Some stared. A few asked who I was. And he just said, “She’s mine.”
I came so hard when he told me that.
Because this is what I love. To be humiliated. To be displayed. To be owned by strangers in quiet, wicked little ways. I'm not their girlfriend. I'm not even their secret. I'm just the slut in the frame, the whore on the screen, the background they scroll past during meetings.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Own her and use her 

Looking back, my best friend’s mom has been living rent-free in my head for years now.
Back then, I saw her almost every day during the summer when I was chilling at their house or crashing there overnight, and after that afternoon, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, like, I was totally completely obsessed. It was a total fluke, catching her naked on her webcam, but every inch of her body was like tattooed in my head forever. She was always acting so proper and straight-laced, the kinda mom who was all about posting MAGA stuff or Bible verses on X, giving off this hardcore “faith and family” vibe. But after seeing her like that, it was impossible to look at her the same when she came in with a tray of homemade cookies, all sweet and churchy, ‘cause all I could see was her naked body, and it was screwing with my head big time.
It happened when my friend and his girlfriend were in his mom’s bedroom, video chatting with me on his mom’s webcam. We were just goofing off, joking about stupid stuff, when I stepped away to grab a snack. When I got back, the room was empty—I thought they’d bailed, leaving the webcam on, showing nothing but their mom’s bedroom. I waited a few minutes, thinking they’d show up, but then she walked in—my friend’s mom.
She came in all graceful, like some fancy lady, wearing a knee-length skirt that hugged her long, lean body. She was always, like, super chill and kinda shy and quiet, the type of classy lady who seemed next-level proper. Although I had always thought she was pretty, I never really noticed how her long brown hair, tossed up in a messy bun with these hot little strands dangling around her face, looked so totally sexy.
She had no clue the webcam was running, no idea I was watching.
She started undressing, and I knew I shouldn’t keep looking, but I couldn’t stop.
My hands were shaking so bad I could hardly move them, fumbling to hit record ‘cause it felt like this couldn’t be real or she’d snap out of it and see the webcam, maybe even catch me staring at the screen, my heart going bonkers, like it was gonna bust through my ribs, my body all jittery and wired. My mind was buzzing with thrill and panic, screaming at me to turn it off, but I was totally locked on her every move.
She wasn’t in a rush, peeling off her skirt and blouse really slowly, like it was nothing.
When her bra came off, I about died—her small B-cup boobs were so perky, with these pert pink nipples that popped against her pale skin.
Her body was unreal, long and lean with a super thin waist and a perfectly shaped ass that was just flawless.
She dropped her panties, showing off a little bush that made her even hotter.
Then she bent over right in front of the camera to grab something off the bed, her bare coochie right there, so close I could see every detail.
I swear, I almost busted a nut right then, my whole body on fire.
She got a phone call and stood there, totally naked, chatting all casual like she wasn’t giving me the show of my life.
Those dainty tassels in her hair dangling as she talked, her tiny boobs pointing straight at me just enough to drive me nuts.
As she stood there, facing the webcam, her pussy was, like, right in my face, impossible to ignore. Her thin waist flowed down to these grown woman hips, framing everything perfectly. Her bush wasn’t all thick and wild—it was more like she’d shaved it a while back and now it was growing in, this short, dark stubble that looked so hot, outlining her coochie just enough to make my brain short-circuit. The skin around it was smooth, pale, with this slight curve where her thighs met, making her look all lean and sexy. Every little detail had me totally locked in, my eyes glued to the screen, knowing I shouldn’t be staring but way too hooked to look away.
I remember she started doing yoga—nude, like, completely nude.
She flowed into these poses, all smooth and elegant, like she knew she was putting on a private show just for me.
She did a downward dog, her perfect ass up in the air, her coochie peeking out between her toned thighs, her pink nipples pointing down as her boobs hung just a bit.
She slid into another pose, her long legs stretched wide, her thin waist twisting, her bush totally grabbing my full attention.
She got into this super cool pose, standing on one leg like some kinda dance star, her long, skinny body not even wobbling a bit. Her ass was perfect, all round and tight, looking so hot, each side just right, moving a little when she balanced, making me go totally crazy. Her legs were awesome, super long and strong, the one holding her up all tough, with muscles showing under her skin, and the other one bent up, her foot pushed high on her leg, showing off how sexy her legs are. Her skinny waist kept her steady, like she was some kinda statue. Her arms were so elegant, moving like she was drawing something in the air, her hands making these soft shapes over her head, looking all classy and hot. I couldn’t stop staring at her butt and legs and how her arms moved.

When she launched into that jaw-dropping backbend, facing the webcam, her body arched like a goddamn centerfold, serving herself up like a private show for my eyes only. Her long, lean frame curved back with this effortless, fuck-me grace, her small B-cup tits skyward, those pert pink nipples hard as bullets, practically daring me to jerk off right there. Her snatch was front and fucking center, her narrow hips framing a patch of short, dark stubble, outlining her tight crotch so vividly I could trace every contour of her pussy lips with my eyes, her clit peeking out like a goddamn tease, my cock throbbing like a jackhammer. The way her pelvis tilted up in that pose, her smooth, pale skin stretched taut over her hipbones, it was like she was shoving her crotch right in my face, taunting me to lose my shit. Her legs were spread wide to hold the bend, those lean thighs flexing like steel, making her crotch the star of the show, every detail screaming for my attention.
I was a wreck, hands trembling, breath short, my body screaming to act on the raging hard-on, my mind torn between guilt and this primal, insatiable lust, completely fucking consumed by her every move, knowing I’d never get this image out of my head.
I couldn’t fucking stop myself—my body took over, my hand moving on its own, I lost it in seconds, my desk a mess. My brain, totally fired with guilt and crazy desire, and locked on her every move, barely able to handle how bad I wanted her right then.
At the time, she finally stepped into a skirt, pulling it up slowly and ending the wildest show I’d ever seen, like she was slamming the door on something totally insane. Just minutes ago, she was completely naked, her long, skinny body all out there, giving me this unreal view of her perky tits, tight butt, killer legs, and spread pussy, while she rocked those sexy yoga moves, every inch of her making my brain short-circuit. Now, she was sliding on this super plain skirt, hitting just below her knees, nothing hot or flashy, like something you’d see on a church lady. The way she smoothed that skirt down, all calm and righteous, was so different from the way her body moved before, like she was turning into this clean-cut, wholesome mom who’d never dream of showing off like that. It was nuts how she went from totally bare, driving me crazy, to this low-key, super conservative chick, and I was just sitting there, my head all messed up, still seeing her naked even with that boring skirt covering it all. It was just me and that recording.
Years later, I think about how I saved that video and watched it a million times, no joke, got every single second burned into my brain. I was, like, totally hooked, jacking off to it over and over and I couldn’t freaking stop, no matter how bad I knew it was. It was like I was stuck in this loop, replaying her body in my head, and it was driving me nuts. At first, I was scared to death to show it to anybody, ‘cause I knew I could get in trouble. But I couldn’t help myself, it was too insane to keep to myself. I had to show it to a couple of my buds, just to, like, prove I wasn’t making it up. I swore them to keep it quiet, made ‘em promise not to tell, but that didn’t last, like, a day. Soon, it was like the whole freaking neighborhood and school had seen the video. Every dude I knew had seen my friend’s mom naked now.
She was, like, basically an internet porn star back then, everyone in school and half the neighborhood had it stashed on their phones, but nobody had the guts to tell my friend his mom was all over the place like that. We all tried to act chill around him, like nothing was up, but it was super weird knowing every dude in the room had seen his mom’s legs spread and pussy open. We were all sneaking looks at each other, half guilty, half hyped, trying not to let on, but it was like this secret was eating us up.
It was so messed up, but I couldn’t freaking stop. Every time after that, when I went over to my friend’s house, I was a total wreck, my stomach all knotted up, watching her every move like some creepy weirdo, making me feel like total trash, but still wanting more. That innocent smile she would give haunted me every night. She was still the same quiet, classy mom, totally clueless about the video, bringing us homemade cookies or asking about school in that polite, sweet mom voice. Meanwhile, I would be sitting there, trying to act normal, but all I could see was her naked legs spread wide in those yoga poses, the guilt slamming me hard but not hard enough to make me quit.
Now that I’m grown, that video left me with this messed-up voyeur addiction, always chasing that secret thrill, and every chick I date, I’m sizing up against my friend’s mom—her tight, sinuous body, that proper church-lady vibe—and none of ‘em ever come close.
P.S. Just the other day, I stumbled across that video again, posted on some voyeur site, and holy shit, it hit me like a goddamn lightning bolt, so fucking hot it yanked me right back to that summer, her tight, lean body and those sexy yoga poses still seared in my brain. Finding it out there, still floating around after all these years, was this insane rush and it’s why I had to write this story, to spill out how that moment messed me up and keeps pulling me back, no matter how proper and churchy she seemed.

I'm lucky enough to be living at a place where a lot of women come to have a weekend away, bachelorette/ hen parties and just girls getaway. Easy pickings. Single girls, my own age, are easy to get with. They just want to get with someone. They're my fall back to girls. The ones I love to get with are, married chicks. They're harder to get with but when you do, it's worth it. As the night goes on they're in great spirits from alcohol and just letting their hair down.  It's not too easy to get them into bed but sweet talking them on top of all the drinks losens them up and some of the longer married lady's haven't had all this compliments and attention for quite some time. But what I really love about f#cking a dr#nk married woman is when they realise that they just cheated on their husband. With some it happens straight away, others it happens when they sober up the following morning. To see them flying around trying to find their clothes to get ready and get out as fast as the can. It must eat them up inside. I love turning married women into a CHEATING SLUT. 

I should've done this sooner. A cheating wh#re doing the dress of shame.

I fantasize about eating my own cum from my friends wife’s pussy

I'm a dumb lesbian who fantasizes every day about being bound and gagged and fucked by men. I want my squeals to be muffled by my own panties, stuffed in my mouth and sealed with a roll of duct tape, as I moan and squirm against the ropes. I want to whimper and blush at how soaked and sensitive my little pussy is as I gaze pleadingly at the line of men waiting to take my gold star.

Anyways, my post got a little spammed by me and others.. wanted to say I am meeting prof and blonde they have been asking for days. And as my Master doesn't seem in mood to have me like His little naughty sexy slave girl or make some porn ;p ... Ill just practice self control on being easily bothered and won't bother my Master with playful ideas.. will be wearing this but well just for a little of my own secret fun. Please take care of my Master when I can't. Thank You

Love it when cute girls on social media upload their own feet/soles pictures, now we can all enjoy!

Wife's ignoring every sexual act.
Doesn't look at me if I'm jerking off and doesn't want to see my cumshot. I love to cum on my own pillow before sleeeping.
Would you guys give me some ideas/suggestions to make me cum?

Who want to own my wife’s ass

Im addicted to eating cream pies, I don’t care if its my own cum or another guys. I get so hard seeing a freshly fucked cunt dripping with cum. 

Sniff your own cunt bitch

Im going to try and suck my own dick I'm pretty big with 7 inches and recently when I jerk off I want to try but I think today is the day p.s I'm straight I've never been interested in other guys dick just my own I just think it'll be fun 

Wife’s friend licking her own nipple 

Need to fuck and impregnate my own mom will anyone help me 

The Night I Remember Who I Was
by @Military_Spouse

Nobody knows this. I’m telling it now because, honestly, I just want it out. Yes, this happened.

In university, I was in love with a man who broke me down in ways I didn’t even realize until years later. He was charming on the outside — funny, magnetic — but behind closed doors, I wasn’t his girlfriend. I was his toy. His cum rag. His property. And I let it happen, because I believed that love meant letting someone own you.

We broke up in the fall of my final year. And that was when I met someone new — gentle, kind, the kind of man who held my face like it was made of glass. He’s now my husband. But this story isn’t about him.

He was on an internship in Russia for three months, and I was left behind with empty nights and lingering shadows. I went out with my girlfriends, trying to remember what it meant to be free, to be wanted without being hurt. But I was still tethered to something darker.

That’s when I saw him again — my ex — across the room at a bar. He barely acknowledged me, like I was some old hook-up he could barely place. And maybe that made me feel something... dirty, maybe defiant. I let him buy me a drink. One turned into several. My friends left. He offered to drive me home. I should have said no.

But I didn’t.

Instead of taking me home, he drove us to his place. Said I looked like I still wanted to party. I told myself I was in control this time.

His friends were there — two of them, watching me like they knew stories about me. And soon, he was telling those stories out loud. How I used to beg for anal. How I could deep-throat until I gagged and still kept going. How I rimmed him like it was dessert. And I didn’t stop him.

Because by then… I was wet. Humiliated. And incredibly turned on.

I laughed. I played along. I performed. I let it happen.

Clothes came off. My body obeyed. One dick in each hand. His cock in my mouth. My ankles in the grip of his friends while he whipped my pussy raw with his belt, barking, “Keep the whore’s legs open.”

And the worst part? I came. More than once. Loudly. Shamelessly.

They fucked me all night — rough, ruthless, relentless. One would cum on my face while another drove into me from behind. They took turns using my holes like I was nothing. And for those hours... I felt like everything.

When it was over, he didn’t even offer a shower or a bed. Just called me a cab and told me to get out. I dressed slowly, sore, wrecked, dripping.

I checked my phone.

Missed calls from my boyfriend — now husband.

I called him. Told him I was out with girlfriends. Lied without flinching. He said he had a surprise and was coming back into town early.

He arrived at my apartment two hours later. I hadn’t even washed the night off of me.

He knocked.

And when I opened the door, he dropped to one knee and proposed.

I said yes.

We called our families. We laughed. We cried. He held me like I was sacred.

And beneath it all, I was still sticky with someone else’s cum.

I tell this story not because I regret it, but because I don’t.

Yes, I was shaped by "Bad Treatment". But I learned that I crave roughness. I crave degradation. But on my terms. Now, I choose when I want to be a whore. I choose who gets to use me, and how. And no, my husband can’t give me that — not yet. But I love him. And he knows who I am.

People judge women like me.

But I don't care.

I own every inch of this story. I own the filth. I own the power. I am Cari. And I am free.

I have a kink that’s hard to explain to most people. It’s not just about being naked — it’s about being seen. Exposed. Turned into something that’s not quite a person anymore... but more like a filthy little trophy.
I send strangers nudes of myself — raw, slutty, degrading photos — and I beg them to use them. Not just to jerk off. That’s too easy.
I want them to keep me. I want them to slide my photo into their wallet like a secret. I want them to make me their phone background, my legs spread wide for every text notification. And when they go a step further?
God, that’s when it gets good.
One man printed out a photo of me on glossy paper and stuck it to his fridge — right between his kids’ artwork and the weekly grocery list. He sent me a pic of it with the caption: “You’re family now.”
Another man framed one of my more explicit shots — me, bent over, plugged, drooling — and set it on his office desk like I was his fiancée. Right next to a coffee mug and a photo of his dog. His coworkers had no idea, and that made it even hotter.
But the best?
One guy told me he was having a get-together — drinks, music, friends. And right before guests arrived, he cast my photo up on his giant TV. Full screen. Full spread. Lights low, image glowing.
He said nothing. Just let it sit there as people came in and noticed.
Some laughed. Some stared. A few asked who I was. And he just said, “She’s mine.”
I came so hard when he told me that.
Because this is what I love. To be humiliated. To be displayed. To be owned by strangers in quiet, wicked little ways. I'm not their girlfriend. I'm not even their secret. I'm just the slut in the frame, the whore on the screen, the background they scroll past during meetings.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Update on sucking my own dick I was close I just need to be harder 

Does anyone want to hookup with a mature gilf here in the desert? I may need to rethink this living on my own stuff and hookup with someone. It is getting dangerous out here. Yesterday morning I was drinking coffee in my back yard on the patio with a friend and this huge snake went slithering by. It scared the daylights out of us. My neighbor across said he knew someone that would take care of it for me. This guy, who I never met, came to the house found the nest and removed the snake. He set it free in the desert. He later came back to show me his snake. Are there any other snakes out that that want to hookup?

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Mature gilf fucks a neighbor's snake as a reward

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Seeking Plus size married , divorced and single women (22-50) who are very interested and curious about being Collared /Black owned by a black daddy dom in 2025.

women who are interested in having her face, mouth and throat humiliated and ass degraded as well.
(Palmer Massachusetts)

Say Hi 👋🏿  if local, able to travel or host 

I just want my own little anal whore just like this one. Any volunteers?

Cumming in my own mouth 😈

Who wants to own my wife’s ass