I fucking love lesboys and sapphboys and wlw men and transmasc wlw and transmasc lesbians & sapphics and he/him lesbians & sapphics and butch men and futch men and femme men and nonbinary lesbians & sapphics and multigender lesbians & sapphics and binary guy lesbians & sapphics and cis guy lesbians & sapphics and boydykes and intersex lesbians & sapphics and cistrans lesbians & sapphics and etc etc ily ily
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Aw cmon baby, you can do it, just take another one of my fingers. You're doing so well for me. Look at the mess you've made. Your slick is dripping down my hand and down my muscular, hairy forearm too. Pretty toys need to be played with, right? Good girl.
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hi femmes i just want to say i love u and you're still femme even:
if u don't dress super girly all the time
or if u have a short haircut
or if u like ur short haircut! (i love u short haired fems.)
or if u don't like wearing revealing clothes
or if u don't like putting on makeup all the time.
or if u don't like putting on makeup EVER!
or if u don't like wearing dresses (i'm very feminine and i myself HATE wearing dresses.)
or if u have a deeper voice.
or if u have more masculine presenting features.
u do not need to be coquette flowy skirt lana del rey core to consider urself a femme i love u i hope this post makes sense and uh oh well if it doesn't this is all i got - asteria.
- ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ ᵃ ᵐᶦⁿᵒʳ, ᵐᵈⁿᶦ ᵃᶜᶜˢ ᵈⁿᶦᵎ
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imagining a girl just inviting me over to just watch her play a few rounds of her favorite game while i watch n' hang, no big deal. some simple bonding time, y'know? shes sitting in her chair, im lazing on her bed, halfway paying attention. i start absentmindedly joshing her for losing a few rounds, it's nothing new, we always tend to get snarky with each other.
she huffs out an exasperated "shut up," i respond with my usual "make me," not even thinking about it as i scroll through my phone.
the sound of her shifting around doesn't even register until i feel her weight pressing down on top of me, one hand covering my mouth, the other trailing around the waistband of my boxers. "you say that every time," she whispers, my small whimpers muffled by the hand on my mouth. "do you actually want me to make you?" it's all i can do to weakly nod.
she grins wickedly as she pulls her hands away to pull down her own underwear, shifting her hips up to rest her girl cock on my lips, letting pre drip onto them, giving a single command.
"open."
a weak whine escapes my throat as i tentatively open my mouth, avoiding meeting her eyes out of embarrassment. with no regard or fanfare, she thrusts as much as she can in, making me gag as the tip hits the back of my throat. "shush," she said sharply as tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. "you said you wanted me to make you shut up," she crooned, roughly punctuating the rest of what she said with harsh thrusts. "so shut. up. and. take. it."
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you know what would make today even better? butch between my legs
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