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You’re so pretty when you cry
Love me tender, love me sweet….
Fenrir is always there to wipe my tears away -S
Red suits you!
… limited contact…
but feeling so much
Herne the Huntress!
I reeeally wanted to use my hitachi tonight, but unfortunately it makes me scream. Sometimes that’s not a problem, but tonight I’m not home alone. The solution? Ball gag, of course.
Features lots of muffled whimpering, grinding against my wand, and some drooling (plus my super adorable BMO dress, of course). 10.5 minutes of pure pleasure.
What time is it?!
(and yes, the undies come off)
This is sickening.
I went to a school like this when I was in grade six. My inhalers were locked up in the office, and I was having an attack. My memories are a bit foggy (I couldn’t breathe after all) but I recall my twin sister and somebody else wheeling me all the way to the office in a computer chair. Thankfully I was lucky and got my meds in time; I ended up off school for a week and a half recovering.
This shit is scary. Rescue inhalers should be on the person of the child who NEEDS them, and if they are too young then they should be with the caregiver. There is absolutely no excuse to keep RESCUE MEDICATIONS locked up away from the people who need them FAST.
She even pulls at her breasts. Good girl.
I love when Kitty does thst
… sensations abound