vaughan murrae - /hr/

Anonymous08/11/26, 18:33No.5260622Vaughan Murrae

canadian non-binary model and actor (Malcolm in the Middle: Life's Still Unfair, Before I Change My Mind, The Way Home). goes by they/them pronouns. previous thread: >>5224043

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Anon08/11/26, 18:36No.5260623

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Anon08/11/26, 19:54No.5260678

They are the reason I created a 'non-binary' folder. A sub-folder with only one sub-folder as I'm not aware of any other non-binary celebs who would interest me.

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Anon08/12/26, 12:26No.5261154

What's the point of simply reposting the things you posted in the last thread?

Anon08/12/26, 12:26No.5261155

Anyone can do that. Repost content from a thread that's barely been out the catalog and in the archives for five mins.

Anon08/12/26, 12:27No.5261156

If there's no new content why post the old content this fast? It makes no sense.

Anon08/12/26, 12:28No.5261158

Just post a few pics occasionally when the thread is half-way through the catalog and not post after post after post.

Anon08/12/26, 12:28No.5261159

That's what I'd do anyway. You do you I guess. Faggot reposter.

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Anon08/14/26, 00:51No.5262053

>Android phone >wired earbuds definitely not a girl

Anon08/14/26, 03:00No.5262101

Slow and gentle sex with Vaughan

Anon08/14/26, 08:29No.5262226

>tfw no living in a 1930s screwball comedy, Vaughan co-starring as the tough, smug, fast talking dame who ends up falling in love with you during a zany, cross-country train trip in Depression-era America Gee, that'd be swell

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Anon08/18/26, 00:54No.5264263

>1933, prohibition just ended >Be you, near-beer salesman, Charles Lindbergh fanboy (turns out it's "problematic" somehow now) >riding the train through the absolute middle of nowhere in the Dust Bowl >sitting a couple rows ahead there's a young lad, trying hard to look tough >turns out it's Vaughan, a girl who ran away from her boarding school to "explore the world" disguised as a boy >suddenly, the conductor appears >Vaughan obviously doesn't have a ticket >Conductor goes mad, grabs her by the ear and twists it >"Listen here, you bloody mooching urchin! Disembark immediately!" >"Hold on Sir, I'll pay for the kid's ticket" you step in, out of pity >but when you reach for your wallet you realise you've been mugged and now you have neither the money nor the ticket >the huge warm smile Vaughan gave you rapidly turns into a dismayed grimace >conductor kicks both your asses off the train in the choking dust as the train leaves >Vaughan clears her throat, tries to lower her voice to a grotesque, pseudo-masculine baritone >"Now this is bad luck pal... thanks anyway" delivering a cringe, overly friendly slap on your shoulder >"Yeah... nevermind... 'pal'..." >"Sooooo, where are you going pal?" >"none of your business, kid" >"well, I'm going exactly there too. Mind if I join you?" >you both wander in the wastelands, passing by some menacing "forgotten men" camping in a shantytown under a bridge >"Anon we should ask those poor guys if they have some food!" >"I don't want to get mugged again kid, and this time those riff-raffs would steal our clothes..." >"Steal our... c-clothes?" the "boy" seemed very concerned about that >you both then keep walking for a few miles, and finally find an open barn in an abandoned farm to spend the night in

Anon08/18/26, 00:55No.5264264

>you both lie down on the hay >Vaughan starts shivering a few feet away, her teeth chattering like it's Ruby Keeler tip tapping down 42nd street >"B-brrr... quite a chilly evening, pal... I read in a polar exploration novel that men must share body heat to prevent hypothermia" >it's literally 65°F (18°C) outside >you give an annoyed look at the sticky kid >"Wait, you can read?" >she ignores the insult, scoots closer, and presses against your body >you try to sleep, but the proximity gets weird >up close, you smell a potent, intoxicating sweaty scent charged with pheromones, with a slight note of delicate soap >Vaughan's discarded shoes are wafting a strong, mouthwatering smell aswell, filling the area >she moves slightly, rubbing her body against yours >suddenly, you can't stop a raging, rock-hard morning-glory erection and go into panic mode >"O no, oh God no... Am I... an inverted? A pansy degenerate? Why I can’t stop inhaling this smell? Why this kid feels so good? He’s… so unusual!” >Vaughan pretends to be fast asleep in the spoon position, but keeps rubbing her hips against you >suddenly, her hand slides down and firmly grabs your crotch >she starts fondling your erection and squeezing your swollen balls through the trousers >pure, unadulterated terror strikes your soul >"HOLY WEIMAR CABARET! NO!" you scream internally >you violently snap away, turning to the other side, sweating in anguish >spend the entire night awake, staring into the dark, questioning your soul and praying for forgiveness

Anon08/18/26, 00:56No.5264265

>you wake up wasted by the sleepless night, the boy is nowhere to be seen in the barn >you walk outside and suddenly freeze mid-step >not far away, Vaughan is leaning her tush against a tree with her oversized trousers pulled down to her knees, covering her crotch from your perspective, completely unaware of your presence >paralyzed, you stare at her pale, smooth, silky thighs as a strong, liberating jet of pee hits the trunk, soaking the bark >eyes closed, head tilted back in pure, blissful ecstasy, she’s letting out soft sighs and tiny groans of relief >suddenly she catches you, her eyes expanding to the size of silver dollars >panicking, she jumps up, tripping and spraying pee everywhere in a chaotic arc, luckily managing not to soak her clothes >her most intimate, hidden feminine parts are fully exposed >you spin around, flushing red >"I-I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't mean to look! I was just... I'll go back inside! Forgive me… Miss!" >you hear the frantic rustling of her trousers as she quickly gathers herself >when you dare to turn, Vaughan is staring at you, worried and vulnerable, shrinking back against the tree, realizing she’s been busted and alone with a man she barely knows >her voice drops the fake deep tone, slightly trembling >"So... you saw everything, didn't you? You're... you're not going to take advantage of me, are you?" >"WHAT?! NO! What kind of degenerate do you think I am?! A wild negro? I'm a honest citizen, and a southern gentleman! I would never do such a terrible thing to a lady!" >the tension in her shoulders melts away, replaced by a subtle but unmistakable look of disappointment >"Oh… right. A southern gentleman. Wonderful. I guess it's a Lost Cause then..." >with a mischievous grin she invades your personal space, looking up through her eyelashes >"It's funny, though… For a 'southern gentleman' you sure felt a lot more 'man' and a lot less 'gentle' last night in the barn" *devious wink* "Come on, 'pal'... let's make tracks"

Anon08/18/26, 00:57No.5264267

>you reach the highway to hitchhike >suddenly, a sedan pulls over, the driver a church-going man with a bible on the dashboard >"Hop in, boys! A Christian doesn't leave his neighbors stranded in the desert!" >you get into the backseat, thanking him >after the first few miles, Vaughan leans her head gently against your shoulder >you stiffen up, as you feel her hand start to tease you through your trousers >humming a church hymn she extracts your raging boner and continues to distract you in a very inappropriate way, peeling it back and forth playfully >you are sweating, trying not to make a sound >suddenly, the driver glances at the rearview mirror and catches the strange, rhythmic motion in the backseat, slamming on the brakes >"WHAT IN GOD'S HOLY NAME?! OUT! GET OUT OF MY CAR! NOT IN MY CHRISTIAN VEHICLE YOU SONS OF SODOM!" >you tumble out of the car, completely mortified, while Vaughan tries to fix the misunderstanding >"Wait, sir! Calm down! It's not what you think! Look, I'm actually a girl!" *pulling off her cap* >"A GIRL?!?!? THAT'S EVEN WORSE! YOU ARE FORNICATORS! SINNERS OF THE FLESH!" >"Is that worse than being inverted?" you murmur, puzzled, looking at Vaughan, who rolls her eyes to the sky >"Listen, I am a magnanimous man, so I won't call the sheriff this time! But get away from my sight!" he slams the door and hits the gas, leaving you both in the middle of nowhere once again

Anon08/18/26, 00:58No.5264268

>after miles, you finally spot a deserted gas station with a wrecked Model T by the pumps >before you can say a word, Vaughan jumps on the driver’s seat, starting the engine >suddenly, a redneck in denim overalls spawns “HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YA DOIN TO MY DARLING?!” >Vaughan panics and jams her foot on the pedal, not knowing how to drive >the Ford violently jerks forward, stalls, then rolls at a snail’s pace >you frantically throw yourself on board, speeding away at a mind-boggling 5 mph >you glance sideways only to see the cursing owner running next to you for a solid ten seconds >the roadster finally loses the fat man in a cloud of dust >”Great! Just great, Vaughan! You’ve turned me into a Public Enemy! Most likely J. Edgar already has the G-Men hunting us down! Our days are numbered!” >*laughing* ”Hey Anon, relax. We just borrowed a piece of junk. Nobody cares except Cletus, and he should thank us for getting rid of his trash.” >”HE MAY HAVE A SHOTGUN, VAUGHAN! DAMN IT!” >*looking at you sweetly* ”You really need to loosen up, Anon. Luckily, I know exactly what you need right now” >she shifts closer, eyes locked onto your crotch >tfw driving a stolen, vibrating car while a naughty boarding-school runaway unbuttons you >*schlurrp* *schlurrrpp* >”Oh God, you seem to know your stuff” >*mouth filled* “well, I heard some stories at school. *kiss* There was this flapper, Queenie, who bragged about how she… *schlurrrp*… sucked our literature professor dry… *kiss*… with lots of details *lap lap*” >you try to focus on the road but your eyes are crossing as she starts to push her limits >*gwak* *GWAK* *GWAAAK* >you can’t resist all the stimulation, you erupt the pent up load down her throat >*COUGH!* Vaughan chokes and spits your shaft out at once, making you spurt all over her face, the dashboard and the wheel, a huge mess >*gasping* “ooops! Sorry, Queenie never mentioned this part… I guess she was a larper afterall”

Anon08/18/26, 00:59No.5264269

>you reach California, stop at a cheap motel >Vaughan heads straight to the reception to get a room, covered in dried cum stains on her hair and shirt >the clerk sees her mess and rolls his eyes, sighing to himself: "These Tinseltown folks, I swear..." >in the room Vaughan tells you she wants to go to the studios tomorrow because she’s convinced she’ll be a chorus girl in a Busby Berkeley movie >"I'm not sure Vaughan. You know, Hollywood is filled with predators and jews, it's not a place for an... innocent girl" >”Don’t worry, they’re the ones who should be scared. Do you want to see my routine?” >she does a clumsy charleston, almost tripping over the rug, but you focus on her silky pale legs, bare under the shirt >she notices, and you sloppily kiss each other >when you take her panties off, revealing an inviting wet pussy, she shyly covers it with both hands, worried >"Anon, you know I'm a good girl right? My virtue..." >*getting into the prone bone position* "If you use the... backdoor, it's fine. At least that's what Queenie said..." >"o-ok, I guess that sodomy is less grievous than ruining a girl's reputation... if Queenie said so..." >you push your engorged glans into her airtight sphincter, it's hard, very hard >"mmppphhh! OUCH! OUUUUCH! Oh shit, it hurts! Please stop!" >but you can't stop, the tip is already inside, her rectum is literally sucking your dick off. You ram it in >"AAAAGGHH! HOLY GOD! *mmppffhh* Oh please, it hurts so baaad! MY POOR LITTLE CABOOSE! *BRRRAAAAPPP* oh my..." >*PLAP PLAP PLAP* >"holy shit, it’s hurting my tushie pleas- HNNNNGG! OH MY FUCKING GOD YES! YEEESSS! HARDER! RIGHT THERE! OH YES DRILL ME LIKE AN OIL PUMPJACK ANON! FUCK! I'M, I'M GOING TO-" >her pussy gushes a messy squirt onto the bed, making a huge wet patch >you cum deep inside, feeling the “reservoir” pressure rising: as you pull out, a wet fart ejects the load with a long, bubbly sound >you collapse over her, and you both rapidly fall asleep

Anon08/18/26, 01:00No.5264270

>next day, Vaughan has brought breakfast and the newspaper to bed >you sit up against the pillows, taking a sip of coffee >Vaughan is cheerfully whistling "You're the cream in my coffee" and bends over your crotch >as she dives in and gives you a deep blowjob you can still hear her humming the jazzy tune muffled and warped by the wet slimy sounds in the back of her throat >still blowing, she glances up at the newspaper and her eyes widen abruptly >she stops humming mid-note and interrupts the suction with a *pop!* so hard that your cum is literally vacuumed all over her face and on the newspaper nearby too >"ANON! LOOK!" she screams, nearly knocking your coffee over as she points at the page, oblivious to the cummy mess dripping everywhere >"WTF IS WRONG VAUGHAN! YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!" >"My great-aunt! She's dead! She was an Astor or a Vanderbilt, or a bit of both! From the Mayflower!" >Mayflower? How old was that antediluvian fossil? >"I mean she was an upper crust big shot. Anon, I'm rich! I inherited an entire fortune!" >"Oh... swell..." *misty eyed* "This is it then. You're a millionaire now. There's no way a regular guy like me fits into your new socialite life. We have to say goodbye, Vaughan." >you give her a businesslike handshake, and the fact that she's still dripping cum and you are half exposed makes it all very awkward >*looking at you with a mix of pity and deep affection* "Don't be a sap, Anon. Now that I'm rich, I'll need a husband and I don't want some board of jewish managers to choose him for me. I think it's time we get married. I liked you since when you tried to buy me that ticket on the train” >”Oh Vaughan, you’re so sweet, I knew you were a very romantic girl after all. I love you!” >”And that way we can also finally use the main entrance, don't you think? I'm dying to try it after last night!" >you break the 4th wall with an exasperated Oliver Hardy stare, then give a wry shrug, accepting your fate like a martyr

Anon08/18/26, 01:01No.5264272

>*wedding march playing in the background, cut to bells chiming and a rolling newspaper announcing “Asbilt-Vanderstor Cinderella heiress secretly marries regular guy”* >flash forward to you and Vaughan after your steamy wedding night in a luxurious room, you’re wearing a tailored velvet smoking jacket and she’s in a satin chemise and silk stockings >"oooh Anon, that was great! I feared it could feel rough but I think that it really helped the fact that at the boarding school I never skimped loosening things up. You know, I was constantly using my hairbrush, or... polishing the bedposts. Once I used Queenie's fountain pen, which, btw, she said tasted weird when she sucked it to show us about the literature professor. Do you remember Queenie? Oh, and the curling irons of the other girls! Or the wax candles from the rectory, those were very comfortable, they slid in and out like butter. And the cigarette holder of Mrs Roberts-" >"YEAH, I GET IT! Gee Vaughan, you're such a... ehm... talented girl!" >she giggles cutesy and gives you a smooch on the cheek >you grab the newspaper, puffing on the pipe like a Rockefeller at the Ritz >"You know, Vaughan... the papers say things are really changing in Europe. This new German leadership... they say they're building a whole new world over there. Lucky Lindy spoke of that, you know. This looks like a foolproof time to invest" >Vaughan giggles, cuddling against your chest as she sips french champagne from her shoe "It sounds splendid, Anon! We should book a trip to Berlin in a year or two! I’ve heard the night life there is wild! We could take one of those enormous new luxury airships… those Zeppelins... I hear they're more comfortable than the Titanic but completely, 100% safe! Basically flying asbestos curtains!" >"You're absolutely right, sweetheart... What a truly extraordinary, state of the art, peaceful era to be alive!" >-The End-

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Anon08/18/26, 11:25No.5264542

If I was famous, I would probably google my name all the time. Especially If I was a niche celebrity like Vaughan How do you think they would react if they happened to find and read this thread?

Anon08/18/26, 16:37No.5264634

>PENETRATIVE Magazine What did SHE mean by this?

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Anon08/21/26, 03:07No.5265843

cuddling with vaughan

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Anon08/24/26, 07:15No.5267550

M2F?

Anon08/24/26, 13:01No.5267653

*Vaughan entering this thread*

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Anon08/25/26, 10:16No.5268031

I'm having Vaughan Withdrawal Syndrome. Why does she post stuff so infrequently? it's always the same photo sets at this point.

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Anon08/28/26, 07:26No.5269328

>hahahaha you're so funny anon

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Anon08/30/26, 16:24No.5270238

I'm interested in the size and shape of her pubic hair

Anon08/31/26, 13:57No.5270657

Anon08/31/26, 18:00No.5270738

cute autist. she's posted an IG reel just because she found about a character with the same name (even spelled differently) in a tv series or something

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Anon09/01/26, 03:58No.5270908

>parents aren't home and you're both hanging out on the couch >she acts like one of your guy friend >you don't really think she's a boy but you like hanging with her anyway >out of the blue she asks, "a-anon, do you think i'm cute?" >"y-yeah, maybe why do you ask?" >"well, i see the way you look at me and i see the way you look at our other friends and i can tell you feel differently about me" >"you know, it's a bit different hanging out with you." >"anon" she looks down, blushes, looks back up, "i think you're cute too" >she scooches next to you >you just stare into her eyes, inches from her face >your heart is pounding and you feel hers is as well >you lean in for kiss >she presses her body against yours >she let's out a soft moan >you pull away after a passionate ten seconds >she has a gentle smile and caresses your face

Anon09/01/26, 18:03No.5271229