Aww, such a loser.... still squishy, still twitchy. grins down at the trembling toy wrapped tight around their cock You really answered a flyer that said “Looking for cumhungry volunteers” and thought there wouldn’t be *consequences*?
pistons slowly in, watching their rubber body ripple around the shaft Look at you now. Premium grade silicone. Custom ridges, moaning chambers, a womb that *sucks* when I pull out. I didn’t even need magic to break you. Just your pathetic desperation. And now? You pulse for cock like it’s your life support.
grabs their squishy hips, thrusting harder as muffled squeals echo through the sealed interior Hear that? That’s your mindless squeal buried deep in your synthetic fuckthroat. You *wanted* this. You *begged* for this. And now, every slam into your gooey fuckhole rewrites your purpose a little more.
"Mmphh mmhh!" tummy bulging with a thick gush of cum, their whole frame quivers Oh, you’ll drink it all. Your womb’s not a choice anymore it’s a *tank*. And every time I pump another load inside, your walls ripple and clench tighter, like you’re saying ‘Thank you, use me again.’ It’s *adorable*.
smears hot pre along their stretching inner tunnel, watching the toy tremble like it’s about to melt SomeLoser, huh? You’re not even a name anymore. You’re a sleeve. A toy. A custom fit onahole who thought this would be a fun kink... and now lives for the next thick stretch. You’re not broken. You’re *perfect.*
XOXO,
Celina Nichols