permanent rubbertoy catgirl who is normally very composed and actually pretty straight-laced about it sexually going into heat once a month and squeakily noisily obnoxiously grinding needily against you and your possessions and friends as it sees them, getting in the way of your work or conversations or hobbies while too worked up behind its mask to do anything but let out sad little pathetic whimpers and muffled moans as it tries to get you to use it as a cockwarmer or a cum dumpster or a boot tread tester or-
Loser big sis who wears baggy clothing but somehow you can always see her bulge. A dirty big sis, who masturbates to fauxcest porn and is always just a bit too friendly with her little sister. A pervy big sis who watches her little sister masturbate through a crack in the door. A good older sister who pumps load after load of cum into her needy little sister. She smells like girl musk and doritos and her mouth tastes like soda and you love her so fucking much
i need a dogboy bending me over and rutting against me crying and whining to let them fuck me because theyre so hard it hurts and theyve been such a good dog havent they? dont they deserve a little reward
cmere puppy fill me up youre such a good dog arent you? cmon you can even cum in me if you beg for it <3
god i love being humiliated for being turned on. "ohh, you like that?" "are you actually getting off on this?" "ohh did that do something for you sweetheart?" hhhbhhbbh
On the one hand- having a robotic partner… putting your fingers in the grooves of its hip paneling… sliding your hand between its legs and feeling the metal warm and purring. Arching their back till their metal panels creak… vocaliser cutting out over and over. Mechanic fingers gripping you when they feel theyre close…. Scraping your nails against their thighs and feeling them squirm, leaving scratches on their metal…
But on the other hand…. Being robotic with a human partner… feeling the stark difference in your coldness and their warmness.. hot fingers running along your waist and twitching when they slip their burning fingers into your paneling and finally- finally feeling them alive inside you. Wet tongue against the wires on your neck leaving it cold to the air as they move down your chest paneling…