Bones and Wulf/seshhollow was my destroy lonely 👴🏿

I remember wearing skinny jeans my sophomore year when they were "in"

That sht was hurting my balls.

I was like f*** this. And went for a much more comfortable style fr

It excites me.

It means I can learn new stuff and get better

I was conflicted to make the switch lmao

I’m just really impatient

F*** trends lmao

in real life bae looks like a goddess

You’ve seen her?

cant rock skinny jeans cause my knots too thick!

Facts

baggy pants being back in style is wild af

Me when I turned 70

I unblocked you btw

I was having a moment and I am very sorry for saying such mean things to u

s***s funny now that baggy clothes/y2k style is in

that like rocking skinny jeans nowadays would be a fashion statement again after being so normalized for years

very nostalgic stuff for me

she the domme from yesterday's story

@bMass28

Recently, I had an unexpected encounter with a Domme that left me breathless. As someone whose s***life had been predominantly vanilla with the occasional choking and spanking, the prospect of serving a Domme was a thrilling deviation from the norm. When I met her, I was struck by her magnificent curves and her unwavering certainty of what she wanted. The anticipation of the experience sent shivers down my spine.

As we entered my bedroom, I found myself taken aback by her beauty. After a brief conversation, she asked if I was ready, and as she lifted her dress to reveal her fat, juicy vagina bursting out of her G-string, I knew I was in for a ride. Everything about her was voluptuous, from the scent of her p**** and natural body odor to the taste of her juices streaming down my mouth. She sat on my face, and I was intoxicated with the sounds of her moaning in delight as I struggled to breathe with her booty smothering my face.

Strangely enough, the experience was exhilarating, and she jerked me off with one of her toys while she was at it. However, things took a turn when I ejaculated and the Domme continued stroking, causing immense pain. It was an entirely new experience for me, and I found myself struggling to keep up with her pleasure.

Despite the pain, I allowed her to regain control, as I relished the sight of her in power and pleasure. She stuffed her feet in my mouth and my face, which was a bit humiliating, but I enjoyed licking every inch of her body. I was a slave to her beauty, and the Domme proceeded to choke me and stroke my cock vigorously. It was too much for me, and I had to tap out.

As the experience came to an end, I found myself wanting to switch roles and ravage her body instead. The goal of mutual suffering took over, but I had to stop myself. That night, I was her sub, and I realized that the power imbalance was not something I was comfortable with in the long run. Though the Domme was young and impressive, I knew that I would not partake in such an experience again, at least not with her. The pain element was a little too much for me, and I couldn't help but feel the build-up of resentment. She would make a wonderful Domme for someone willing to submit entirely, but unfortunately, that someone is not me.

Fashion is so weird fr

20 year rule

This is just jeans and a hoody brother

We're already back in the full set sweats already

yeah but its a sick hoodie and a great pair of jeans

less is more sometimes yk?

miss you as a cat

avi still cute tho