Lying on his side, he lifted one leg and set his foot against my thigh, making clear what he wanted. When I drove my thick stake into him, he twisted his body, pressing my head to his chest with one hand, forcing me to suck his nipple as he let out a moan thick with arousal.

His hole slowly swallowed down my tip, and just past the entrance, that first tight ring clenched around me, drawing out a moan torn between pain and pleasure. Forcing through it, I found nothing but his soft, slick heat—welcoming, waiting to be seeded.

Crouched down like a bitch, I raised my ass high for him, and he slammed into me hard. His cock throbbed, pumping thick ropes of seed into me, stuffing me with every pulse. Groaning through his climax, he drove deeper and deeper, leaving me plugged and dripping full.

Anyway, consent✅

Cute little Cass, legs folded up, hole bared red. Too many cocks have had him, and he never said no—why would he? I bury in deep, and his body thanks me for it, slick and eager for the next breeding.

He drops low, crawling till his head scrapes the floor—because nothing thrills him more than worshipping my feet. Just that, and he’s already stiff as stone, dripping precum down. He rubs his nose against my toes, kisses it tender, then starts to lick, slow and greedy, savoring every dirty inch.

Leaning over the railing, I felt him cover me from behind, driving in hard. He kept pointing out at nothing, pressing deeper each time—"Look there, see that, right there." Over and over, nothing at his fingertip, yet every thrust just split me wider, turning my guts into space made only for his cum.

Flowers thick along Longmirror’s shore, and my bussy forced open—red blooms the same—his thick stamen breeding me raw, spilling seed like pollen inside.

Gif of the last movie you watched.

Somewhere deep in our DNA, the urge to piss off cliffs remains undefeated. — In real life, I once couldn’t hold it and ended up peeing off the Rainbow Bridge—126 meters (138 yards) above the sea. The wind was wild, and the spray was... unpredictable. Kinda terrifying, kinda hilarious 😆 —

The same hole I use, the same cock I’ve taken countless times. Both familiar, both worn into me—but together, at once, they become something else entirely. The lewd rhythm of the three of us beats out its own harmony: sweat and cum mingled into one raw concerto of holes stretched and filled.🎶

His thick cock speared up from below, his tongue lapped my nipple, and a jolt like lightning tore through my body. I didn’t even notice when milky drops began leaking slow from my tip.

Bulging with his cockhead—oh fuck, that’s me split open.

Even those allowed to peek—I choose them, it’s part of the game. Care to play?

He crushed me down under him, trying to force his massive cock into my ass. The blunt head was too huge, wouldn’t fit—just shoving my whole body forward with each push. So he grabbed my head, pinned me still, and rammed it in anyway, hole wrecked wide while he pumped his load into me on repeat.

Bussying? Nah—been bussy-ed raw—wrecked open.

He just loves cock. Here he’s on his knees for mine, but really—any man and he drops down right away. His hole too, always eager, opening up to get bred anytime, anywhere, by whoever wants him. A cute little slut through and through.

🍇 Grapes are in season here in Japan, and I absolutely love them. These days, seedless varieties you can eat with the skin are everywhere—so easy and delicious. But grapes are extremely dangerous for dogs and cats. Even a small amount can cause acute kidney failure, and it can be fatal.

He told me to stretch my legs out, folded me up tight, and slammed his thick cock in raw, no prep, no mercy. Every thrust shoved me forward on the workbench, and he’d yank me back just to hammer deep, over and over—until he pumped me full, dumping his hot clotted load inside and forcing it to stick.

Hadrefort and Marcquelort, the brothers running the Rosewood Stalls, argued over who would use me first. Master Parsemontret settled it—said they should just take me together. So now both cocks are inside, splitting me open, filling me. Can’t help but wonder whose seed would knock me up.

I licked and sucked his nipples, no milk came there—yet from somewhere else, thick, viscous milk poured out, filling me deep inside. So I kept at it again and again, and he finished in me again and again.

No experience? No problem—we love welcoming beginners. “See anything you like? Just point. I’ll handle the rest.”

Demon Slayer: Infinity Castle – Part 1 (Akaza Returns) just hit theaters in North America on September 12, and over 6 million people have already seen it. Meanwhile, I’m Japanese… and still haven’t watched it myself, lol.

His big virile cock stood stiff like carved stone, thicker than my arm. He sat me back onto it, pressing me down with, “Relax—every last inch, to the base.” My ass split open, walls stretched raw, guts crushed aside as he drove me down the whole way, pinned down on his bull-cock spit.

Down at my boots, tongue dragging along the grime of my shin before lapping hungrily at my toes. Utterly submissive—filthy and devoted, just how a good pet belongs.

He dove into the pit like it was a cozy home.

The moment he dove between my thighs, his mouth latched onto my cock. His tongue slid and curled along me, savoring that sweaty, cum-soaked musk from base to tip, before he started jerking me off, moaning, “Gimme that sticky-thick first load—make me drink it straight down.”

Met a straight JP player who just peeked into Balmung, and he went, "Wait, futanari is 'this' accepted on NA? In Japan that’s like… advanced pervert territory!" Meanwhile I’m just standing there like 😅.

He shoved me down on all fours and slid in without a word. He just kept slamming his hips, driving into me deep, silent except for one blunt 'Gonna cum.' Then his cock twitched again and again as he dumped his load inside me, using me only to get off.

Humiliating—my legs forced open obscene wide, his fat cock ramming into my tiny hole, leaving me spread and exposed like a slut on display. Every thrust drags out more shame, splits me raw, and still I shudder, drooling moans—because the filthy way he ruins me feels too sickeningly good to quit.

His cock’s no stranger to me anymore. He’s bred me so many times I get itchy, dripping wet just from being near. The second his tip finds me, my hole opens on instinct—spread wide, ready to be sunk into, a field to be wrecked deep and seeded with his hot cum.

Teased his tip with my tongue, and he leaked a flood of salty-sweet precum for me. Worked his cock, milking him tight until my mouth brimmed, thick with the scent of seed. Latched on to his slit and sucked greedy, like drinking from his cock straight as a straw, pulling every drop down my throat.

Today, September 15th, is “Respect for the Aged Day” here in Japan—a national holiday dedicated to honoring the elderly. While many cultures have similar days, East Asia’s traditions are deeply rooted in Confucian values that emphasize filial piety and reverence for age.

“Pinned to the pillar, I hooked his leg up and slid into his tight ass. His face twisted, lips trembling with that aching look—until my thrusts drove him past it, his rim stretched wide around me, moaning out loud, lost to the pleasure, nothing but breathless ‘Ah—ah’ spilling free.”

He sat me on his lap and bounced me rough, every drop spearing his cock in full. The impact wrecked through me, guts shoved up, body shaking and used—he just chased his own high, fucking on like I was nothing but a hole to dump in, lost in the rut.

Heavy cock. Heavy thrust. He breaks me raw, smashes my ass, cum dumping thick, heavy, filthy. Nothing gentle. Only heavy.

He pulled me down onto his face, palms spreading my cheeks wide, burying his mouth at my rim with hungry laps of his tongue. My legs stretched down over him, toes curling around his shaft, stroking it slow—his cock throbbed harder with every rub, stiffening under the worship of my ass and feet.

He licked the dirt from my soles, sucked my toes, pressed his tongue deep between them—cleaning every trace with worshipful hunger. His cunt wouldn’t stop, dripping messily with heat. And the golden blindfold? Let’s just say those who know will understand. I let him drink after.

Grewenn showered the stage with coin until the dancer bent to put on a raw act right at his table. He craned in close, staring at the spot where my cock drove into his ass— “Split him wide! Drive it, stuff him full and tear him raw! Pound that hole, make him choke on your cock from the inside!”

Down at his balls, I licked like savoring the first taste of dessert—sweet, messy, dripping cream over my face—until it left me craving the real treat—his thick cock ready to slide into my mouth and plunge deep, to flood my throat with his sticky seed.

The Leveilleur Estate’s French doors framed Scholar’s Harbor, but my world was the glass— cheek pressed flat, moans misting the surface, as he fucked me hard from behind, each thrust rocking the panes in their tall frame.

Oops—ripped open back here?! Guess my back door never really stays closed.

I stopped counting after the fifth moan. Drunks are a plague.

Echo dangled me by the ankles before his face, swaying me side to side, testing how I squirmed, how alive I still was. Then he pressed my head past his lips, clamping me at the shoulders, tongue rolling over my skin to taste me. And then…(1/2) ft. @yggdrasil-echo.bsky.social

No need to fear—pain is part of the pleasure, right?

Flattened? So what—just keep moving.

Weekend loading… ⏳

Who the hell was the last one to use me?!

Bussying?

I raised my foot to press it down on his face, just as he craved—but he couldn’t wait. He leaned up into it, burying his nose against my sole, inhaling deep like he needed the rank heat. His tongue dragged slow across the sweaty skin, savoring the grime, licking it down as if it were ripe cheese.