Remember, cutie...
You can ALWAYS get worse for porn~
You can always follow more porn on your socials, while unfollowing anything and everything SFW~
You can always find cuter and cuter kinks~
You can always spend more and more time gooning, blowing off every yucky responsibility in your life~
In fact, why don't you get a lil worse for me right now?
Just... stop thinking.
That's right, just let all those useless thinkies drain from your brain, you don't need them anyways~
Mind nice and empty? Good goonie!
Now replace it with 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑛~
*𝑺𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑯𝑯𝑯~!* 💢
"Skip your turn and I'll 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 all of your 𝐇𝐏 in one go~!" 😉
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"𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚~! Let it all out between Mommy's 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔~" 😘
*𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑷~!* *𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑷~!* *𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑷~!* 💢💢💢
*-100𝑯𝑷~!* 💦💦💦
Are you 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 doing #NNN~?
𝘊𝘮𝘰𝘯, don't be 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺~ 🤭
It's been 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 enough~! 💕
You should 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒑 already! 🥰
Here, let me 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱~ 🥺
You can't 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆, right~? ❤️🔥
That's right~ 💋
𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒕 and 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆~ <3
So close to payday ~~~
Why not spurt the rest of what ' s your account and then come back to hand me your full Paycheck . ~
Trust me , I deserve it wayyyyyy more than you do , Loser . ~
Just fucking admit it , you need this RELAPSE . ~
| Femdom | Gooning | Paypig | Caption | FurryFindom | Furry | Findom |
You’re back again ruining your brain for mommy,such dopamine addict~
Such a helpless addict pervert for goonie slop.Accept your need for ecstasy and intox your brain
Making yourself DUMB and your IQ slipping down to ZERO feels too good to resist
DMs are open for goon-sessions!
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐~
The sign above the door still promised honest beds and honest stew to anyone tired enough to believe a painted board, lamplight pooling on wet cobbles, the smell of bread and woodsmoke and boiled onions reaching you before the latch even turned, and you had booked the night the way a Hero books a night when the road has finally gone quiet, rank still sitting loud behind the belt, coin already counted into a palm that shook only a little from the last clear, travel dust beaten out of your shoulders as if cleanliness could make a rented room belong to you. The common room was warmer than the street by a whole season, low beams dark with years of other men’s sleep, a fire doing the gentle work of making strangers look harmless, and she was there between the bar and the stair with a tray against her hip and her blonde hair pinned too loosely for a house that claimed to be respectable.
The apron was cinched tight enough that every step made the cloth confess the weight of her chest and the easy sway of her hips, sleeves rolled to the pretty middle of her forearms, mouth already shaped around a courtesy that sounded like care if you were tired enough to need care. She looked at you the way a girl looks at a warm purse she has already decided is hers, and you noted the smile and not the hunger under it, noted the way she said your room was ready and not the way her eyes dropped to the belt and stayed a breath too long, and then you took the key from her fingers and climbed the stairs with the stupid confidence of a man who thought paying for a bed meant the bed would not want anything back.
The room was better than the road had any right to give you, a wide mattress dressed in linen that still held the faint heat of an iron, a window cracked to the stable yard so the night air smelled of hay and rain, a candle already burning in a cheap tin cup as if someone had known the exact hour you would arrive. She had turned the sheet down before you got there. She had set the water jug where a right handed man would reach for it. She had left the pillow plumped and faintly sweet, a smell you blamed on soap and clean girls and the ordinary kindness of an inn that wanted good coin and good reviews, and you let the door shut on the day’s quests and the square’s noise and the part of you that still knew better than to sleep unarmed in a house that smiled too easily. The mattress took your weight like an apology the road had never learned how to make. Your sword leaned where tired men lean their swords, close enough to reach and already too far the moment your eyes closed, and sleep came the way it comes after a long clear, heavy and complete, your rank humming low behind the belt as if even your levels had agreed to rest.
The dream arrived dressed as relief, heat wrapping the shaft, a slow wet bounce that felt too good to question, your hips lifting into a softness that kept taking you to the root and sliding off again as if the night itself had decided you deserved to be used kindly. In the dream her hair kept falling forward in pale gold and her voice kept telling you to stay asleep, to let the bed do the work, to stop carrying so much in a body that had already given the road enough, and you stayed inside that dream longer than a Hero should, because the pleasure was round and stupid and warm, because the pillow still smelled like the hall, because the rhythm had the patience of someone who already knew the shape of you. Then the dream breathed against your thigh. Then the dream made a small spoiled sound that did not belong to sleep. Then you woke to the exact same heat and understood, too late and too hard, that the blonde maid from the stairs was on your cock with her back turned toward you, apron rucked up around her waist, that pretty ass rising and falling in the candlelight as she bounced in reverse and took you to the hilt like the room had been rented for this and not for rest.
She felt the change in you the moment your breath broke, that little catch a sleeping man makes when the dream puts on a body, and she did not startle and she did not stop. She only looked back over her shoulder with her blonde hair coming loose from the pins, mouth soft, eyes bright in the cheap candle, and she rolled her hips down onto you so the next bounce seated you deeper while the inn went on being quiet beyond the door, floorboards loyal, latch honest, the whole house pretending it still sold sleep. The view was humiliating in the sweetest way, the curve of her waist, the bounce of her ass, the wet shine of you disappearing into her on every drop, her uniform still half respectable from the front you could not see, as if she had only meant to turn down the bed and had gotten carried away on a guest who felt too good to leave alone.
“𝑯𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰’𝒎 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑~”
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The charm sat in the air the way the sweet smell had sat on the pillow, a warm slide behind the eyes that made the mattress feel kinder than it was and made her ass look like the only honest mercy left in a house that sold rest by the hour, and your hands found her hips before your pride could argue them back to the sheets. She made a pleased little sound at that, not a laugh so much as a thank you, and she used the permission the way a good maid uses a guest’s weakness, bouncing with a wet clap that filled the little chamber, her back still turned so you had to watch the way her waist moved and the way her blonde hair stuck to her shoulders and the way your cock disappeared into her on every drop. The first leave of rank arrived so gently you blamed the sleep still clinging to you, a softness in the muscle of your thighs, a warmth sliding out of the place behind the belt that felt like sinking deeper into a good bed instead of being robbed in one, and because it felt good you let her keep the rhythm, let the rented room become a mouth, let the girl who had eyed you in the hall finish what that look had started under the pretence of turning down a sheet.
[𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄]
[-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏]
She talked while she rode, sweet and close and exact, looking back whenever she wanted to see the stupid open look on your face, apron strings tapping her spine, the candle putting gold in her hair each time she rose and took you to the tip before sitting down again as if she were settling a guest more comfortably into his own night. The inn around you stayed politely closed, as if every other door had agreed not to hear a Hero being milked through a stay he had paid for, and she squeezed around you on the lift so you would feel the cost in your gut, then dropped again and took another thin bright leave of XP with the wet heat of her. Your arms went looser against the sheets. Your legs forgot the shape of standing. The sword by the wall kept its useless vigil while your hips began to meet her bounce without being asked, helping a girl who had never been written into the price of the room.
“𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑿𝑷 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅~”
[𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄]
[-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏]
The surplus went first, that extra brightness a road is supposed to leave a man with when he finally finds a pillow, sliding up through the wet clutch of her and vanishing into the bounce as if rest had always been a kind of feeding. Then the useful edge went, the part you would have needed for the morning walk back to the square, pulled out of you on a longer drop that made her ass clap softly against your hips and made your head sink deeper into the pillow you had trusted. She felt the slack coming into your arms and rewarded it the way a sweet girl rewards a guest who stops struggling, slowing just enough to let you feel every inch leaving her and every inch being taken again, still facing away so the view stayed humiliating and perfect, blonde hair swinging, the rented sheets gathering under your useless hands while the ranking light behind your belt dimmed in time with her rhythm. You tried to say the inn’s name like it might still be a business and she glanced back with a soft shushing mouth and squeezed you at the root until the sentence turned into a groan, her voice warm with the particular patience of someone who had done this to better men in better rooms and liked this one because you had made it easy and because you kept holding her hips even as your strength went out of them.
The room collected the proof the way a good inn collects payment. Wet sound on linen. Candle smoke. The faint creak of a bedframe that had heard other Heroes learn the same rate. Her uniform whispered each time she rose, cheap cloth and warmer skin, and when she sat down the whole of you vanished into her again, heat wrapping the shaft, XP beading loose somewhere you could no longer guard because your arms had gone too kind to guard anything. She reached back without looking and found your wrist, not to pin it so much as to show you how little fight was left in it, then put your hand on her ass and made you hold what was emptying you, bouncing a little faster as the warning twitches started stacking under her, sweet encouragement spilling back over her shoulder as if she were still only making sure the guest was comfortable.
[𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄]
[-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏]
“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒈𝒐, 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒈𝒐, 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰’𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑿𝑷 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘~”
Your muscles went slack in stages the way a well made bed takes a body, first the hands, then the shoulders, then the proud line of a man who had booked a room instead of a trap, and she bounced through all of it with her back still turned, taking you in greedy wet pulls that wrung the deeper store out of the belt and into her. The charm kept the panic small. The sweetness in her voice kept the panic grateful. You could hear the stable yard through the cracked window and it sounded like a place that still belonged to morning, horses shifting, a far door closing, some ordinary life that had not yet learned what the upstairs rooms charged after midnight, while inside the rented chamber a maid in a half undone uniform milked a Hero who had mistaken hospitality for safety. She kept your slack hand on her ass so you would feel every bounce you could no longer stop, blonde hair clinging to her back, breath coming a little messier as she worked you toward the end she had wanted since she watched you take the key.
[𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄]
[-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏, -𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏]
“𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚, 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕, 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒖𝒎 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏, 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕~”
She sat down hard and stayed there through the first kick, then bounced the rest out of you with a wet greedy rhythm that made the candle shake in its tin cup, and when it broke it broke all the way, thick helpless pulses filling her as the last bright tear of XP left with the spend, your slack body twitching into the mattress you had paid for while she took every rope and every level and kept you buried until the hollow behind the belt was real. She rode the aftershocks with her back still turned, blonde hair messy, apron wrinkled, that pretty ass settled in your lap like the room had finally shown its real rate, and only then did she glance over her shoulder again, smiling the same hall smile you had failed to read, one hand stroking your slack thigh as if to soothe the emptiness she had bounced into you.
[𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍!]
[-𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐗𝐏!]
[𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃]
[𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏: 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐆]
The inn kept its quiet. The sword kept its distance. You lay there a level less in a bed that still smelled like soap and her, muscles too soft for the morning you thought you had bought, cock still held in the girl who had eyed you up and then billed the difference to your rank, and she stayed seated a moment longer only to make sure the last useless twitches had given her everything, sweet and satisfied and already putting her voice back into the shape of ordinary service.
“𝑴𝒎, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑿𝑷 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒊𝒕, 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏, 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕~”
She lifted off with a wet kiss of heat and left you cooling in the rented linen, uniform already being tugged back into the shape of honest work, blonde hair pinned up as if the hall downstairs had never stopped being respectable, and the candle kept burning over a Hero who had booked a night and bought a drain, the key still on the table, the bed still comfortable, the girl already sounding like someone who would bring breakfast if you were foolish enough to stay.
𝑰𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒕~
{𝑩𝑨𝑫 𝑬𝑵𝑫?: 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑰𝒏 𝑭𝒖𝒍𝒍, 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚!}
Aww, what happened? You were being so aggressive and rowdy just a few seconds ago~
Now you're completely quiet... Like a docile little puppy ♡
Do my breasts feel so nice that you forgot what you were doing?~🤭
Then let me remind you!
You were just about to spurt for me~ 🍆💦
✨⟳ 𝓛𝓞𝓞𝓟 𝓛𝓞𝓞𝓟 𝓛𝓞𝓞𝓟 ⟳✨
That's 𝐀𝐋𝐋 you're going to be doing to this video;
💖💦While you 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐍 and 𝐏𝐔𝐌𝐏 endlessly. 💦💖
😵💫𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍, 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐊, 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓😵💫
🚫🧠Just repeating until you 𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 your braincells.🧠🚫
Thought you could escape all the naughty CUM GREEDY ✨Gacha girls✨ ? ~
Fufufu ~ You are so FUCKED my lil' simp ~ There's now three new categories added to the Tiktok Feed of the porn app 💞Zenless Zone Zero, Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail !!💞
Go update and do your new kind of dailies while scrolling the app! PUMP WORSHIPPING their perfect body with your SIMPCOCK to the very last drop💋
✨https://t.co/IGf1QeWaug✨
Also ! Finally added an update button directly in the main page of the app ! everytime a new update will be up, it will shine with a lil' ✨on the side! and added a batch of new vids in the regular and blacked drive filler ❤️
My 🌈super special🌈 🧩aspie🧩 💕superpower💕 is jerking off my hard penis like A LOT while I look at LOTS of 😵💫 naked 😵💫 ✨pretty✨girls😍 ‼️ real ✅ or ❌ not‼️ 🥰💕 yay 🥰
You can tell how incredibly fat an ass is by how much it jiggles~ and this is proof enough of how absurd Silver Wolf's is~
Half the gooner losers out there would cum just from her pulling her shorts down~
Others would cum from the first thrust and seeing it jiggle once~
And for the few that can actually last a minute of it they'd be unable to get horny over any other ass~ nothing would ever compare to how perfect hers is~
🎨- AidenHet