Post from Girl in Captivity 🗝️ · July 19, 2025

I know so much about you. I know you too well.

You can’t stop thinking about the way my big, boxy ass sways — the way that soft, velvety pouch hangs beneath it, begging to be nibbled.

You crave the weight of my cheeks pressing against your face, your stubble scraping my smooth skin as you lose yourself in the scent of me.

You want to make my hole twitch… make me bite the pillow as you take what’s yours.

You want to grab my hair, pull my head back, and hear me squeal like your little bitch.

You want me to push back with every thrust, my ass milking you deeper — like my pussy was made just for you.

You want to mark me. Make me feel completely used.

And now, there’s nothing you can do. It’s been too long since pussy even crossed your mind. Somewhere along the way, you stopped lying to yourself. You don’t just prefer ass anymore — you need it.

You’ll still meet girls out of habit, but halfway through, you’ll feel it — that dull ache for something grippier, tighter, dirtier. That shameful little truth…

Were you ever even straight?