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𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 , 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 . 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐛 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 .
Works as both. Doesn’t it?
long time, no see. did you forget you locked me in your basement or was that just some epic foreplay?
Reposted by 𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑳 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑬𝑹
𝐞𝐬𝐭. 1990. pornstar.
brunette, 5'1", libra.
all-natural peruvian
cutie from the 𝐋𝐁𝐂.
#𝐑ᴀᴠᴇɴ𝐇ᴇx
Need a new escort.
Wife’s out of the city.
Feisty is my type.
𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑬𝑰𝑺𝑻𝒀.
her nonchalant gimmick only made him let out a slight ’ha’. he was
way beyond small talk as his
other hand slipped under her skirt
and tugged her panties to the side right away. he wasted no time as
he brought his fingers to slip them
in to her already damp pussy.
”forgot to share. yourself.”
she wasn't a meager one- not in the
slightest. wednesday's back curled as
her face slammed the antique dining room
table, her face on its side, eyes peering towards her bottle of absinthe and poison.

"did i forget to share-" she answered, her
tone lacking fear of him or the situation.
right against the wooden material of the desk. in swift movements,
his palms collected her own behind her back; already bulging front of
his joggers pressed against the
backside of hers. the skirt riding up,
he couldn’t help the slight chuckle
leaving his lips.

’ drinking all alone, hm? ’
right against the wooden material of the desk. in swift movements,
his palms collected her own behind her back; already bulging front of
his joggers pressed against the
backside of hers. the skirt riding up,
he couldn’t help the slight chuckle
leaving his lips.

’ drinking all alone, hm? ’
the smell of that drink — he knew it was something fucked up. better for him, as he had caught up behind her now. he was as close to the point he could smell her fragrance.

big palms now grabbing on to her waist, bending her right over the desk in front of her; making her cheek smack ->
the thirty nine year old femme fatale
had a thorough swig of her concocted
drink. the rat poison scorching her insides
and the absinthe soaking into her already
damaged psyche.

she would do this almost ritualisticaly.
play some music. get blackout drunk.
hallucinate. lose herself to her senses.
a sight to the sore eyes, her slim figure in her way too short skirt — for her own good. just that tempting him alone. besides her slim figure,
her ass was was certainly something.
music was convenient, allowing the man approach her. in the dim lighting,
he snuck closer and closer to his prey.
a sight to the sore eyes, her slim figure in her way too short skirt — for her own good. just that tempting him alone. besides her slim figure,
her ass was was certainly something.
music was convenient, allowing the man approach her. in the dim lighting,
he snuck closer and closer to his prey.
she was just pouring herself a drink
her favorite infact, absinthe & rat poison.
her back turned with low cut wool black
skirt that hardly covered her backside.
a vintage turntable rotating about the
plate, with macabre classical reberb-
erating across the mansion. her dear
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 upstairs aslsep.
he’s way past all these ’obstacles’
the tall, broad figure of his already
wandering in to the manor. he could
sense it, like she was a prey looking
to be preyed upon as he went up the
staircase, peeking in at the door
of her bedroom — already feeling
his cock stiffen up inside his joggers.
he’s way past all these ’obstacles’
the tall, broad figure of his already
wandering in to the manor. he could
sense it, like she was a prey looking
to be preyed upon as he went up the
staircase, peeking in at the door
of her bedroom — already feeling
his cock stiffen up inside his joggers.
the doors are easy to knock down
given the weathered state of the house.
the front gate is the only hassle given
its rust-covered padlock but even that
doesn't make that much of a barrier.
most simply refrain due to her reputation.
to him it only sounds like the
the thing has made her ready
for the dream to come true.
nice and slick after her orgasm,
nice and slick to be thrusted in
& taken like a free-use toy.
to him it only sounds like the
the thing has made her ready
for the dream to come true.
nice and slick after her orgasm,
nice and slick to be thrusted in
& taken like a free-use toy.
she had this vivid dream that a
man broke into the addams house
and had his way with her.

she was disappointed it was only
a dream, but she was pleased to
awaken to 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 fondling her, which
seemed to invoke this nighttime fantasy.

and he proceeded to make me cum
from morning into the night.
oh, not in your vocabulary?

. . well, she isn’t exactly the only one to claim that. so maybe she is on to something.
not familiar with such a term.

. . was she right?
thought you was only a nepo-baby, weird.

my wife used to call me a sociopath.
thought you was only a nepo-baby, weird.

my wife used to call me a sociopath.
if you find sociopaths cute, sure.
i suppose you can think of me as such.
that masochism side i could venture further in.

it’s so cute to see a feisty little girl like you come undone in my hands.
that masochism side i could venture further in.

it’s so cute to see a feisty little girl like you come undone in my hands.
i'm both a sadist,
and a masochist.

i leave many men and
women questioning
which they feel more of
in my presence, pain . .
. . or pleasure.
Some devices more ancient than me, probably.

Only one way to find out, yeah?
Pft. I'm a fucking Addams.

You can't step two feet in my residence without finding a torture device. Many of which you've likely never seen before.
You said you want to be tortured. That takes some gear.