Popular Post br**** Posted August 23 Popular Post I bare every secret on my face—trembling, flushed, pupils blown wide like prey that knows it should run but refuses to. I want him to see it all. The f3ar. The craving. The way my lips part when I taunt him, when I give him just enough to make his control fracture. First meet. No touch. No chase. No claim. Rules meant to protect me—yet I twist them into shackles around his throat. I smirk when I should bite my tongue, tilt my throat as if daring him to sink his teeth in, let the tremor in my body become an offering. I want to see him writhe in his own hunger, watch the hunter rot in his cage because of me. I’m feeding him my weakness on purpose—every whimper, every shiver, every bratty tease. I want him obsessed. I want him feral. I want to ruin his restraint until the moment comes when he finally snaps and devours me whole. And when he does, it will be because I made him break.
br**** Posted August 23 Author 3 hours ago, DEEZNUTZZZ24 said: Shes not bro !!!!! CANT be You’re right. I’m a ghost 👻
br**** Posted August 23 Author 3 hours ago, chill_dyl said: How are you real Well see… when mommies and daddies love each other, they have babies…
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