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>be almost-womyn #3254870-332
> traversing street in order to arrive at female living unit #34. My
compound is near the brute compound.
> see unaccompanied brute hulk around street corner
> I yell across the street, it hurriedly stumbles across
> assumes subordinate pose
> ask why he’s not in compound engaging in debauchery with his fellow brutes
> itscoldandlonely.jpg
> my almost-womyn status makes me incapable of dealing with emotional brutes
> my heart pangs with empathy
> a statement of endearment bursts through my throat unexpectedly
> ohshit.jpg
> it lifts head, makes patriarchial eye contact
> start to shake in the raw brutishness of it all
> butsonice.jpg
> it notices hesitation, stands
> figure looms over me, feel safety and comfort I’ve never had
> “would you like me to walk you to your room?”
> terror grips me in the face of such patriarchy
> none of my womyn-training prepared me for this
> mother dearest was right, I’m disgrace to womyn
> it grabs me by the arm gently
>holy shit shivers run down spine
> try to hide head but drawn to raw manliness
> comes close, breath on neck
> raw patriarchy oppressive now
> BUTSOGOOD.PNG
> throbbing appendage appears where mons liberat would be
> do want
> rips apart my clothes
> now roiling in ectasy, the womyn-logic part of brain silenced by need for male power
> appendage inserts me
> NEVERLEAVE.PNG
>not nearly as much stimulation as my pussy plunger 4400, but so
sensitive
> now in subordinate pose, crying for him and feeling his brutish body encapsulate mine
> his raw maleness overpowers any feelings of resistance
> other brutes emerge from the compound, erections immediate upon
viewing such patriarchy
> womyn from my compound emerge, brutes latch on to them with their new-found power
> his ectasy builds and builds
> he explodes in me
> sudden rush of maternal feelings and attachment
> he picks me up and brings me to door
> “thank… thank… tha”
> he puts hand over my mouth
> with background sound of orgy, he leans in to my ear
> his mouth opens slowly, utters deep from throat and chilling my very bones
> “it was my privilege”
>be almost-womyn #3254870-332
> traversing street in order to arrive at female living unit #34. My
compound is near the brute compound.
> see unaccompanied brute hulk around street corner
> I yell across the street, it hurriedly stumbles across
> assumes subordinate pose
> ask why he’s not in compound engaging in debauchery with his fellow brutes
> itscoldandlonely.jpg
> my almost-womyn status makes me incapable of dealing with emotional brutes
> my heart pangs with empathy
> a statement of endearment bursts through my throat unexpectedly
> ohshit.jpg
> it lifts head, makes patriarchial eye contact
> start to shake in the raw brutishness of it all
> butsonice.jpg
> it notices hesitation, stands
> figure looms over me, feel safety and comfort I’ve never had
> “would you like me to walk you to your room?”
> terror grips me in the face of such patriarchy
> none of my womyn-training prepared me for this
> mother dearest was right, I’m disgrace to womyn
> it grabs me by the arm gently
>holy shit shivers run down spine
> try to hide head but drawn to raw manliness
> comes close, breath on neck
> raw patriarchy oppressive now
> BUTSOGOOD.PNG
> throbbing appendage appears where mons liberat would be
> do want
> rips apart my clothes
> now roiling in ectasy, the womyn-logic part of brain silenced by need for male power
> appendage inserts me
> NEVERLEAVE.PNG
>not nearly as much stimulation as my pussy plunger 4400, but so
sensitive
> now in subordinate pose, crying for him and feeling his brutish body encapsulate mine
> his raw maleness overpowers any feelings of resistance
> other brutes emerge from the compound, erections immediate upon
viewing such patriarchy
> womyn from my compound emerge, brutes latch on to them with their new-found power
> his ectasy builds and builds
> he explodes in me
> sudden rush of maternal feelings and attachment
> he picks me up and brings me to door
> “thank… thank… tha”
> he puts hand over my mouth
> with background sound of orgy, he leans in to my ear
> his mouth opens slowly, utters deep from throat and chilling my very bones
> “it was my privilege”
