“Hey Honey.”
“He— You used it again, didn’t you?”
“Teehee. I, like, don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sweetie, we talked about this. You have to stop turning yourself into a bimbo.”
“But it’s sooo much fun! My titties get real big and all my silly thoughts just disappear.”
“I know. That’s exactly the problem. Every time you do this, more and more of the real you disappears when you come back. You’re starting to turn into this… this bimbo all the time.”
“Mmmh, isn’t it great? My head empty, except for thoughts of fucking and sucking and cocks and tits and fucking and su—”
“But I like the real you! She’s a strong independent woman. She’s smart and funny and — Wait, what are you doing?”
“Don’t mind me, honey. I’m just squeezing your cock, so it becomes nice and hard, so I can suck it.”
“Stop it.”
“Sure. If you don’t want me to get down on my knees, open your pants, take out your big, hard, long cock, kiss it, lick it, suck it, ram it down my slut-throat, deepthroat it, gag on it and just fuck my fucking whore face with it until you can’t hold out anymore and just shoot your cum straight down my throat… I’ll stop.”
“god…stop…”
“And afterwards I’ll suck it hard again and you can fuck my big bimbo tits. Just slide your hard dick in between them, while you maul them in your big strong hands. And then you can fuck me in my wet cunt or up my tight ass.”
“please…”
“If you don’t want me to be your whore, your dirty fucktoy, your cumbucket, your own slutdoll, your personal set of bimbo holes and tits to use anytime and any way you want, your own fucking slave… Then I’ll stop.”
“Oh God… Take it down your fucking throat, whore!”
“Mmmh. Yes, Master!”
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