It is all fantasy. What you find in my blog is only fantasy. You say it to yourself, fingerring your
It is all fantasy. What you find in my blog is only fantasy. You say it to yourself, fingerring your wet holes, scrolling through the pages and thinking about how absurd this all is. How could anyone really enjoy being mutilated in these ways? How they could possibly lay their life in the hands of such a person? You think about how wrong all of it is… And feel how wet it makes your needy hole fantasizing about it. Oh god… How humiliating it would be. He could Ruin your precious life… It would never be the same. The girl who learns how the world can be challanged. The girl finishing her high school and thinking wether it should study or get a job. Or maybe Just get impragnated by the hot guy sehr always thought of while masturbating… The hot guy… Who would force it’s dick in her body… Groping her… And yet he Just smiles at you when you walk by with your head all red…What would it be like to be his toy? What would it be like to be a toy?… You feel your fingers again in your wet hole. Doesn’t it sound like a good start to your story? You, slowly loosing your propper self? Loosing the way the world tells you to go? And instead you wander off this path into the woods. The fresh, green forest… So nice, so refreshing…and every step you take you go deeper and deeper. You see a cabin somewhere.. a nice place… All shaddowy and Hidden in the dark…“It is all fantasy”… ;) Keep scrolling, little girl. Keep scrolling… -- source link