Turning Off My Inbox For The Night Cause Why Did An Anon Just Tell Me Their Fantasies Of Unspeakable

turning off my inbox for the night cause why did an anon just tell me their fantasies of unspeakable acts towards me hello.😭

i am a korean gay man and your posts are not at all appropriate, they are racist and disgusting. i truly hope you seek help for this porn addiction. you deserve jail time for the disgusting racist posts and i’m finally speaking up about it, hence the other people speaking out about their discomfort with your account. all of the people defending you should touch grass. i come on here to see updates of my favorite members. some of the members you write about are JUST legal. that is predatory behavior and it is awful.

i aint reading allat

Bella 🧍🏻‍♀️ have you ever thought about making SpicyChat.ai characters too? It’s like C.ai but allows smut 👀

Xoxo 🕊️

P.s whoever was mean anon watch out I’m waiting for you in your faucet 😡

hermmmm….id have to get the app and learn a little more about it! if i liked it enough, sure!! ☺️☺️

Oh my God stop fucking glazing bella’s writing this shit is ass and it needs to be fucking deleted. Nobody is fapping to this stupid shit lmfao if you like a fetishing fat bitch “as a chubby gal myself…” Jesus Christ it’s always the fat fucking whores 🤣🤣🤣

get a load of this guy 😭

Omfg these hate anons have no lives… keep writing and ignore these people PLEASE 🙏🏻🩷

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I LOVE YOU APPLE ANON!!! 💜💜💜

this is beautiful user kisseobie. absolutely beautiful.

Fuck you for defending a fat fetishing bitch. Slit your fucking wrists weirdo 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

jongseob grunts into your pussy like he’s eating his final meal. your whines and mewls don’t go unnoticed—a playful look finding itself on your boyfriend’s face as he continues to maintain eye contact with you. his tongue laps and laps at your cunt like a kitten who’s just been presented with a shiny bowl of milk. you extend an arm outwards to twist your shaky fingers into tufts of seob’s hair, pulling particularly hard when the man in question prods his skilled tongue against your puffy clit.

his personal favorite playlist, a symphony of old british rock, softly plays in the background, but you can’t mouth along to the lyrics like you typically would, words meshing together as your head feels dizzier and dizzier, all thanks to the boy situated in between your inviting thighs. jongseob comes up for air every now and then, but not before placing feather-light kisses to your throbbing pussy, almost as if he’s placing a bandage over an open wound. your heartbeat pumps along to the melody of whatever gorillaz song plays in the background, and his mouth is back on your mound with no proper warning. the moonlight that peeks through your open windows casts a periwinkle glow on the left side of your boyfriend’s face. he looks like a renaissance painting, a good time, and a love letter personally addressed to you, all in one.

you don’t even realize your crying until seob laces his fingers into your own tense ones, the action grounds you so well that you feel as though you and your tears will melt into the bed and drip onto your carpeted floors. you hold onto him as dearly as you can, afraid that you’ll fall into a deep abyss if you dare to let go from the one good thing you’ve ever known. you love him, you realize, and the moon continues to glow, your hands are still connected as one, and jongseob is still perched between your legs.

this is love, and this is real.