"Make it quick, dude. I'd rather not be seen in public with you."
⛦ Goth, dickgirl switch with a sub lean. Loves dickgirls. Can top if asked.
⛦ Filth kink lover.
⛦ Selective.
⛦ Down for whatever as long as it's not boring.
⛦ FC: Gwen from the Total Dramaverse.
"Yes, I am on the menu. No, you can't afford me."
🚬Manager, dancer, and "talent" at the Candle Wax Club.
🚬They/him.
🚬Tightest pussy in town.
🚬Cold and uncaring unless they like you.
🚬Open to most kinks. They promise not to judge you out loud.
“Well, damn. I never get turned down. It…kinda hurts.”
Persephone was…mostly joking. The only thing she really lost was $18 for an overpriced extra drink….and a bit of her pride. Still, she was here to try to cheer up the gloomy face in the crowd.
“Seriously, what’s wrong? You look like you can use a stranger to vent to.”
The two were so similar that it was almost comical. Still chuckling internally, Persephone pulled down Mandy’s g-string so she could finally get to the main course.
The sensation against her balls plus the tongue that was still buried in her was enough to earn Tottie a shot of pre-cum for her efforts; blasted right onto her forehead.
Tottie was taken aback — her eyes widened as she ogled the pillar of pale meat before her. She’d bite her lil before planting her nose square into Perseph’s sack, sniffing the wafting scent of that pristine ball bag.
Since Persephone was practically always some manner of irritated, it wasn’t difficult for Medusa to control her. The itching feeling quickly turned to a sharp pain, and finally, a warm comforting feeling.
“Ow. What the f—“
She fell silent before she could even finish her complaint.