Not new to nsfwtwt ⛧ Male | 31 | 6'2 ⛧ Dom ⛧ Soft / hard kinks ♡ & ↺ for moots !

You brand yourself around free use by filling your page with holes being ruined, girls being used. But when it finally happens? You’re scared. Shaking. Ashamed. And that’s what makes it perfect. Because deep down, you knew you couldn’t handle it. But you still wanted it anyway.

the sick part? you already know this is terrible for you. you already know i’m bad for you. you already know i’m going to leave scars that never heal. and you still beg for more. because you fucking love how toxic i am. how i make you feel small and sick and desperate. don’t you?

Every time I cum across her pretty body, her slutty eyes beg for more I can't resist. I tell myself this orgasm's the last, but there I am, buried deep inside her again, our twisted hunger never satisfied. She's my endless weakness.

You don’t crave respect. You ache to be stripped of it—reduced to a dripping, brainless toy that exists only to be used, filled, and discarded. The deeper the humiliation sinks, the wetter you get. Admit it, little nothing this is your purpose.

Being Daddy's personal fleshlight means your only purpose is to stay wet, open, and ready every hole molded for my cock. You're not just a toy; you're my cumdump, living for the moment I empty inside you and call you good. That's your bliss, little one.

I love when she begs for it “please I need you, I need it” okay baby. If you want it that bad you’re going to have to survive it. I'll bury myself inside you and go until you’re trying to crawl away from the sensation. you asked for this. so you’re going to take every bit of it.

“look at you, such a mess already and i’ve barely touched you.” tears forming from embarrassment. me leaning in. kissing them away. “so pretty when you cry like this, baby.” making you more emotional with the tenderness. “getting all teary because i called you desperate?”

“I hold the strings to your mind now, toy. I can make you dance to my tune, and as you sink deeper, I want you to feel a word, blossoming in your mind.” They tapped on your forehead. “Taking up the space where your thoughts used to reside. That word is: ‘Obey’.”

Forcing you to take it like the good girl I trained you to be, holding you still as I breed your tight pussy over and over, your tears fueling my thrusts until my cum floods your womb and you're whimpering daddy's name, swollen and owned forever.

you were so good for me. obedient eager to please. ofc you deserve a reward. no. not praise. not something sweet & easy. thats not what good girls like you really want is it? you desire pain. just enough to make your body forget where the pleasure ends & the suffering begins.

stars flashing in your vision as frayed nerves spark and crackle in a torturous symphony, every touch overwhelming but pleasurable as daddy force your body over the edge again and again, whispering praise into your flushed skin and worshipping you with kiss after mark after kiss.

Yeah that’s it It feels good to let go, hm? To just be a brainless pup. No longer capable of thinking by yourself, just following every order given. It feels good being told what to do? To have zero control? All that stress gone. You’re just a toy now, no more thoughts for you.

I can tell when you need me without you saying a word, no need to play innocent you forget I pay attention to you, but “look at you.” so so wet you’ve been pretending to be composed, pretending you weren’t craving me. yet your body can’t hide from me for too long.

wake up princess

Make her ache so badly for your tongue while she begs. Slow everything down. Lick her pussy right to the edge. Then pull back. Not because she’s been bad. Because you alone decide when she gets the release she craves.

you’re addicted to ruining yourself for men like me. is it unhealthy? probably. do i give a fuck? absolutely not. i’m going to use you like the addicted fucking object that you are because that’s what you deserve.

Come here, sweetheart. It is time for a well deserved break, no? Let go of everything, dear. Daddy will empty your mind. Piece by piece, thought for thought. Until there’s nothing left. Just little doll, free from being a human. An object, nothing more.

could be us

nobody’s made you speak ur shameful little secrets into reality, have they? it feels good to lay yourself bare for daddy and flay you open with my words to see ur most vulnerable parts. don’t stop until i know every single depraved little fantasy you have. until im done with you.