Bettie’s Dirty Little Fantasy

I spent my whole day cock-hungry and cum thirsty. Why when I miss you the most to I desire the most degrading things you can offer?
I’ve laid in bed all day, fingers dancing around the lips of my pussy, trying to remain a good girl, as oh, so much dampness settles in. Yet, every time [...]

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Bettie Likes Blow Jobs

Have I mentioned how very, very much I love sucking cock?
I’m sorry, I’ll be more specific, Mr X. I absolutely love sucking your cock. 
Given, I love your big beautiful cock in anyway I can get it. Dragged across my body, smashed against my face, crammed between my gigantess tits, fucking them mercilessly. And in my body. [...]

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Bettie’s A Week Away From Fucking You

I know I promised, or should I say was ordered, to make biweekly posts. But all has not been well in Bettie land, and between car accidents and serious allergic reactions to medications, my kind Mr. X forgave my misstep of only producing a singular posting last week. 
But I don’t imagine I should come to [...]

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Bettie Loves Your Cum

I love cum. 
I love swallowing cum. I love the way it fills my mouth, how it slides down my throat. Mr. X’s cum has this amazingly mild taste – bitter but not caustic, enough to put me in my place without hurting me. 
I love when Mr. X comes inside me. The idea of being deposited [...]

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Bettie’s Sick of Quickies

Mr. X has been ignoring me. 
To be fair, he’s been busy. Family around. Not feeling well. I understand. I understand, I understand. At least that’s what I say. I’m trying to understand. 
I’m a needy little thing though. The past two nights have been the kind of rough quickies that satisfy that physical need but not [...]

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Bettie, Covered in You

I have been so horny lately. 
I’ve been completely swollen clit, pussy drenched in my own wetness, hardly can keep my hands out of my panties horny. I’ve been obsessively shopping for red lace up corsets on-line horny. I’ve been spending every free moment thinking about being face fucked by you – me kneeling between your legs, [...]

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Bettie Wants to be Forced

I want to be forced. 
Mr. X laughs at me over this. 
Like anyone would have to force you, he chuckles, brushing strands of hair away from my face. He’s so good at confounding me – being absolutely sweet when I so badly want to be pushed down and fucked until friction melts the criss-cross pattern of [...]

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