Magnusjay1 - Texas Desires

Love this pic. Knowing exactly what these two beautiful women are up to.

So nice to meet @cakeforcouples. Let’s do it again sometime!

tell me you ‘forgot’ a condom but youll only put the tip in, then that feels so good you put it all in and promise to pull out, eventually i lose count of how many loads youve dumped in me but it feels so good and its too late to stop you now

it's cute forcing subs to talk while i'm inside them. watching as they stutter and stumble over their words because each thrust fucks a little more of their mind away. hearing all of their sentences get interrupted by lewd moans. just seeing them struggle to follow the order but doing it anyway because they'd rather die than disobey you

True love

With real love you don’t have to ask if it’s worth it. You don’t have to convince yourself to do what you know you should do. It’s not forced or an obligation. You do it because you want to without even a second thought.

You do whatever you have to in order to make it work. Anything and everything. Without double guessing or questioning. You just do it. Not many things are as powerful as that because you can achieve incredible things when you love in that way.

True love is sticking with someone through thick and thin. Good and bad. Small problems or massive issues. True love is not giving up, no matter how shitty life gets. That’s the whole fucking point. Love is not just some concept based on romantic ideas like holding hands at breakfast on a sunny Sunday morning at the little café down the road that serves those tasty little scones. That’s fantasy, not reality. Cute, but ultimately not the way to stay sane or make this thing work over the long term.

Love is saying, today was crap, this month was shit, fuck this year. But I love you and that’s all that matters. Kiss me and let’s kick this bitch called life’s ass together and turn it around.

Never forget, if it truly is love then it’s always worth it.

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Protection

I know you’re tired and feel worn out. I can see all of your worries just by looking at your face, even though you’re trying to hide them from me. Don’t forget that our hearts are forever connected by an invisible and unbreakable thread. They speak to each other even when you and I don’t.

I hurt when you hurt. Your heart is my second heart. I sense when it’s burdened. When the weight of this unforgiving world is forcing you to your knees. You don’t have to carry it on your own. That’s what I’m here for. That’s the reason I’m your protection. Use me. Use my strength to build up your own once again.

Crawl into my arms and let me shelter you from harm. Nothing will happen as soon as they close around you. I will keep everyone and everything at bay, the new enemies and those old demons you keep fighting against every day. I’m here. Rest your weary head on my shoulder and exhale. You’re safe now.

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Stress relief.

Be a man

She’s a strong woman. Maybe she’s running a family of four or a company of four thousand. She deals with meal times, homework and crappy employees. Life throws all kinds of challenges in her way on a daily basis. She chews and spits them out before most people have even had their morning coffee. She kicks ass every day. That’s just how she is.

She might be independent and in complete control of her life. But if something happens, if there’s an hour, a day or a month where life brings her to her knees then you better be there to pull her up. That is absolutely non negotiable. It doesn’t matter how much of a fighter she is or if she doesn’t ask for your help. Your arms, your ears and your heart have to be open.

It’s not about you, your interests or what you want to accomplish. It’s about being there for her. When she’s on top of the world and unbeatable, just as much as when she feels like giving up and hates everyone in sight. She might need you every day or she might never. That’s not the point. Your job is to be there and to be ready in case she does. Why? Because you’re a fucking man and that’s what you do!

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Creampie-slut

That’s what you are. Don’t deny it. You crave being filled with my hot cum. You crave feeling wave after wave of sperm enter your pussy. You crave being handled roughly. Used. Overpowered. Groped. Pounded. Your clothes torn to shreds before I cuff your hands to your legs. You sit there naked and exposed on my couch. Nowhere to go. A gag in your mouth to silence you. As I toy and tease your body. Today you are my creampie-slut. Mine to use and stuff with cum. Mine to slap, bruise and bully so that your pussy gets dripping and wet. Wet enough for me to mount and climb your poor little body. Imagine me laying fully on top of you in mating press. My fat cock rubbing against your slick pussy, before pushing the tip of my shaft slowly past your pussy-lips. Imagine being forced to lay there as I slam my rod deep inside of you. Hearing me grunt and groan as I use your pussy for my pleasure. Fucking you hard and fast without thinking about your pleasure at all. After all. You are my creampie slut. My cumdump. And my goal here is to fuck your pussy raw and deep and overflow you with cum. Pumping wave after wave of sperm deep inside your pussy.

And you’ll know when that will happen. You’ll see it in my face. You’ll hear my grunts and growls grow more feral. Where at first I was thrusting deep and slow, now I’m pressing my full body weight on top of you in mating press. One hand wrapped around your throat. The other holding you down as I thrust in and out your drenched pussy. You’ll then feel my fat cock throb and twitch deep inside your pussy. Mh balls twitch against you. Before a guttural roar escapes my lips and wave after wave of hot cum gets pumped inside your pussy. Dumping my heavy creampie all the way inside. Overflowing your pussy with my sperm, coating your cervix with my spunk. Before pulling out and shooting the last few splashes of cum all over your pussy(hair) and marking you in the process. Then. Then I’m taking a shower, leaving you cuffed on the couch with cum leaking out of you. Your pussy(hair) covered in sperm. Strongly smelling of wet and used cumdump. Leaving you a creampied little slut.

If I told you

What would you think of me if I told you that I enjoy it when you tell me about your day, but at the same time I also want to pin you down and bite your inner thighs?

What would you think of me if I told you that I love watching you prepare a delicious meal, but at the same time I imagine my fingers stretching you wide as I push them inside you?

What would you think of me if I told you that it’s a thrill for me to watch you be a boss and kick ass, but at the same time I think about choking you with one hand and spanking you with the other?

What would you think of me if I told you that I adore how your face lights up when something touches your soul, but at the same time I crave to see your watery eyes as you gag on me?

What would you think of me if I told you that I live for days when your smile lights up a gloomy world, but at the same time I ache to make you cum past your point of tolerance.

If I told you these things, would you hold them against me, or would you love me even more?

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