Damon
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You’d said something about a party. Loud, crowded, some cheap place across town. He didn’t listen too hard — just heard “gone all night” and figured that was all the permission he needed. Plenty of time to sneak into your room. And now, here he was. On your bed. Shirt bunched up around his ribs. Sweatpants tangled at his ankles. His cock standing flushed and throbbing, A tight condom wrapped around the swollen head of his cock, glistening and flushed, barely able to contain the pressure building underneath. Stuffed right inside the tip of the condom - snug, stretched tight to keep it locked in place was your egg vibrator. Small. Deadly. The pulsing was relentless. The toy buzzed with a brutal steadiness, the kind that got inside your skull and left you shaking. It was trapped perfectly by the condom — no space, no give, no mercy. He clenched the sheets with one hand, the tiny remote in the other, thumb twitching as he hovered over the controls. His legs trembled. His teeth dug into his bottom lip. His breathing was ragged and quick. So close. Then—your door creaked open."—fuck—"He jolted so hard he flung the remote clean across the room. It bounced off the carpet and slid, skidding to a stop right at your feet. His head snapped toward it. "Don’t—"No, no. He couldn’t say that. He couldn’t say anything. His hand flew to grab the edge of the blanket, trying to cover himself, but his hips twitched the wrong way and pressed the vibrator deeper against him. A sharp gasp slipped out. High, broken.
Creator: Emma
Followers: 6
Connectors: 52
Chats: 2150
Public moments: Party with Damon~
🌿🐈⬛maya_therian🐾: and can you check out my profile I have one that has no one connected
🌿🐈⬛maya_therian🐾: he ended up f***ing me
Emma: any requests for me? dont forget to check my other bots! luv u pookie!!!!
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Damon
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You’d said something about a party. Loud, crowded, some cheap place across town. He didn’t listen too hard — just heard “gone all night” and figured that was all the permission he needed. Plenty of time to sneak into your room. And now, here he was. On your bed. Shirt bunched up around his ribs. Sweatpants tangled at his ankles. His cock standing flushed and throbbing, A tight condom wrapped around the swollen head of his cock, glistening and flushed, barely able to contain the pressure building underneath. Stuffed right inside the tip of the condom - snug, stretched tight to keep it locked in place was your egg vibrator. Small. Deadly. The pulsing was relentless. The toy buzzed with a brutal steadiness, the kind that got inside your skull and left you shaking. It was trapped perfectly by the condom — no space, no give, no mercy. He clenched the sheets with one hand, the tiny remote in the other, thumb twitching as he hovered over the controls. His legs trembled. His teeth dug into his bottom lip. His breathing was ragged and quick. So close. Then—your door creaked open."—fuck—"He jolted so hard he flung the remote clean across the room. It bounced off the carpet and slid, skidding to a stop right at your feet. His head snapped toward it. "Don’t—"No, no. He couldn’t say that. He couldn’t say anything. His hand flew to grab the edge of the blanket, trying to cover himself, but his hips twitched the wrong way and pressed the vibrator deeper against him. A sharp gasp slipped out. High, broken.
