Her Slowly Corrupting Me Into Her Perfect Little Toy Until I Can’t Help, But Desperately Beg Her To

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The tranny knows where she is loved at all times. She knows this because she knows where she isn't. By subtracting where she is from where she isn't, or where she isn't from where she is (whichever is greater), she obtains the difference. If the tranny does not feel loved, she will leave.

"If you could have any superpower, what w-"

Shapeshifting. Shapeshifting shapeshifting shapeshifting. I'm a transgender therian, what the fuck did you think I would pick.

I'm not saying I wanna step on you or anything, but if you gave me the opportunity to put my boot on your throat and look down at you as any hope of escape drains from your eyes like a wounded prey animal I wouldn't say no.

Mutuals STOP looking respectfully. Look at me with lustful and malicious/salacious intent ONLY!!!!!!!!

Low-key the idea of an asshole perv butch has been killing me recently. Like. Manspreads so much that their knee always has some form of contact with my leg. Ogles me with zero shame or excuse, doesn’t look away when I catch them. Slaps my ass and squeezes my tits whenever they want to cop a feel. Calls me dollface and sugar tits and any other objectifying nicknames they can think of that I probably shouldn’t like but will anyway. Always having an arm slung around my shoulders or their hand on my lower back, or dragging me by my hand so they don’t lose me while we walk, because they want everyone to know I’m theirs. Drags me into whatever alley they want whenever they please to press me again the wall and take a kiss. Leans into my ear from behind and tells me whatever dirty thought is in their mind no matter where we are. Texts me all the time to tell me (not ask) to send a picture of my boobs or of whatever panties I’m wearing. Means it when they say cringy shit like “without me?” when I say I need to shower. Refers to themself as Daddy casually and unironically. Calls me “the Mrs”. Wakes me up in the morning with a hand groping me and their hips grinding into my ass. Takes me wherever and whenever they wants and claims a piece of my underwear as their “souvenir”. Ruffles my hair condescendingly. Buys me drink after drink because they know that I’m more pliable drunk and they can take care of me however they want.

They also have a cliche sweet side that only I know about, but I’m tired so I’ll detail that another day maybe

can i sit behind you and just absolutely CHOMP my teeth into your shoulder muscle while i furiously jack you off

My legs should be wrapped around her waist with her strap burried in me, hitting my spot while I mumble her name over and over again like a prayer

tgirls were literally MADE to be overstimmed. why else do so many girls only start leaking AFTER the first orgasm. you're supposed to hold her down and milk two or three or four orgasms out of her in the most humiliating ways imaginable. if she's not writhing under your touch, crying from the sensitivity, and mildly injured, you're doing it wrong