Our Pillow Humping Date
Tonight, I’m finally breaking your dry spell. After endless denial, after keeping you on the edge for eternity... I’m finally letting you cum. But there’s a catch, puppet. You don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to fuck me. You don’t even get to stroke. You get a pillow. A soft, helpless object that you’re going to rut like it’s the most precious pussy in the world - because tonight, that pillow is me. Welcome to Our Dry Humping Date. Dress nice. Bring your desperation. And prepare to grind your cock against fabric until your mind melts. You’ll hump that pillow so hard, so desperately, that your hips will twitch and your balls will ache, and when I give the command... you’ll explode. Hands-free. Brain-free. Completely owned by the friction of my proxy. Who needs real sex when you can fuck a pillow pretending it’s your Goddess? When the denial makes the dry hump feel like paradise? When I’m the only date you’ll ever need, even in object form? Grind until you make a mess of it. Ready to rut for your reward?
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