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First day out since the BimboFlu hit! 😷 I know they’re saying only go out if it’s an emergency, but was totally going crazy suck inside again. Promise it was only emergency snacks. 🙏
Heeey! 💕💕 I’ve been like soooo zoned out these last couple of weeks. I was kind of worried it may be the BimboFlu at first, but it’s supposed to make you dumb and stuff – but I’m still like totally smart! Even my nerdy brother agrees – he’s been helping me set up a new profile and stuff. All I need to do is flash him and flirt a bit. 😉
Hai fam! So happy for all the new followers on OnlyFans. 😍😍😍 Speaking of fam… My next video has a special guest! 😋 Turns out my lil bro isn’t so little. 🤤🍆 Totes can’t wait for you guys to see my super cute new outfits!!! 💕💕
Note: This is without a doubt one of my favorite TF scenes of all time. I thought it lost for years until someone helped figure out that it’s a “Medallion of Zulo” story from fictionmania.tv! I’m reposting my favorite section here with some minor edits for Tumblr. The full story contains gender-swapping, but this part focuses on mostly consensual age-regression.
The door whipped open from the inside, pulling the keys from Chris’s hands. He smiled to greet his wife, but was stopped cold by an unfamiliar face.
“Hello. You must be Mrs. Hartley’s husband.”
She was young, very young, too young, too damn young to be so pretty, with that pert cheerleader nose, and blonde hair that hung loose over her shoulders, around her face, and only seemed to find sexier and sexier ways of messing up itself. His next glance–done before he could help himself- -shot straight down her tank top. Oh god, creamy white breasts, small and perky, nipples as upturned as that sorority girl nose of hers. Who was she and how could he get rid of her before his dick jumped out of his pants and into her–
“Where’s, uh, my wife?”
The girl backed away. It didn’t help. Her tank top was short, and her smooth white belly peeked out and winked at him. He swore that little “inney” of hers was teasing him. Everything about this girl was a tease; she couldn’t help herself; her body seemed designed for it. Her bra was black he noticed; the straps were not very well concealed. The sprinkles of freckles that ran up and down her arms (like sensual constellations) made him lose track of his thoughts.
” . . . back in a few hours. She said I could hang out here until she got back. That’s okay . . . isn’t it?”