No thoughts. Just cock. Body is limp and I'm not in control of it anymore. I guess I never was. 😵‍💫🫠💓

I feel feral and primal. Im addicted to riding the edge. My heart races and clit throbs as i tease her with one hand, dildo in one hole, and the other hand writes this post 🙃 I wake up, think about cock. Before I go to bed, again, think about cock as well as all day in between. How it throbs and jumps when it's hard and excited for me. How it sounds when i gag and slurp on it. The way it smells. The way it twitches and pumps when it releases its milk down my throat or drips out of my tight pussy🤤 the way it stretches me when its thick and i can feel it in my belly while its slamming into me... how yummy they look and how my mouth waters when i see a thick cock outline in public.... my brain is fried and I'm too bambi to care.😘✨️

Who knew there was a beautiful world here all along where I didn't have to feel shame or guilt for wanting to turn off my brain and fill its need for cock and clit rubs. I don't want a career, I don't want responsibilities.. just to be a pretty little bambi cock slave to take orders and please her master. An eager, sweet little puppy to have my thoughts and words spoken for. To be a cock sleeve. To be numb in the brain and only worry about looking pretty and fuckable🥰

I just want to live my life high and with my holes filled at all times.. is that too much to ask?🥺✨️😇🍆🧎‍♀️