Post from Girl in Captivity 🗝️ · August 13, 2025

Leggings. You’ve been asking for this.

There’s this deep urge in me — an instinct — to feed you ass. Like, I know you’ve been busy, grinding all week, and now it’s time for your meal. A big one. Heavy. For at least 30 minutes. Pressed into your face, covering you in warmth and scent. Your nose buried between my cheeks. Your mouth teasing, nibbling at that tender ballsack 🍒

I want to hear you — those raw, unrecognizable noises — proof you’re devouring every bit. That you’re eating well.

What is this instinct…?