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[dmitriene]

seeing two people that i follow following me back make me take a couple of minutes just sitting like «👁️👄👁️»

[dmitriene]

deepthroating with simon riley, except he's more his ghost self in this moment, with his gloved hand laying on your neck, fingers pressing just barely, still careful with how he handles you, while your head is rolled back and dangles from the edge of the bed, mouth open wide.

his hips thrusting roughly, meaty veiny cock finding the right place inside your tight and warm throat, fucking against your gag reflex without even letting you choke, only drool stupidly, coating everything in your clear drool, mixed with his precum.

ghost's dark eyes lost behind the veil of his balaclava, dissolving in the darkness falling on his face, not letting you see the way he devours the sight before him, with your soft lips stretched around his fat cock, sticky and glistening, letting him glide deeper in your throat to watch your eyes flutter, hand weakly reaching upwards.

you grasp at his wrist, scratching at the pale skin accidentally, and his hand around your neck softens at it, letting you ground yourself in the moment as your free hand dives between your supple thighs, working against your glossy and drooling cunt, fingers gliding between your folds to roll against the stiffened clit.

he notices how it makes your eyes roll softly to the back of your skull, before slipping shut completely and your fingers working against the clenching, wet hole of your aching cunt, losing yourself in the haze of pleasure, clinging to ghost's suddenly purred praise of — “good girl, fuck yauh tiny fingers in this cunt' whayl i rearrang' yauh mauth„

and you do, dipping them as deep as you can, through the way your thighs tremble and gooey walls pulse, as your throat softly constricts around his cock, making him growl and only ram faster, his own head tilting back.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[dmitriene]

deepthroating with simon riley, except he's more his ghost self in this moment, with his gloved hand laying on your neck, fingers pressing just barely, still careful with how he handles you, while your head is rolled back and dangles from the edge of the bed, mouth open wide.

his hips thrusting roughly, meaty veiny cock finding the right place inside your tight and warm throat, fucking against your gag reflex without even letting you choke, only drool stupidly, coating everything in your clear drool, mixed with his precum.

ghost's dark eyes lost behind the veil of his balaclava, dissolving in the darkness falling on his face, not letting you see the way he devours the sight before him, with your soft lips stretched around his fat cock, sticky and glistening, letting him glide deeper in your throat to watch your eyes flutter, hand weakly reaching upwards.

you grasp at his wrist, scratching at the pale skin accidentally, and his hand around your neck softens at it, letting you ground yourself in the moment as your free hand dives between your supple thighs, working against your glossy and drooling cunt, fingers gliding between your folds to roll against the stiffened clit.

he notices how it makes your eyes roll softly to the back of your skull, before slipping shut completely and your fingers working against the clenching, wet hole of your aching cunt, losing yourself in the haze of pleasure, clinging to ghost's suddenly purred praise of — “good girl, fuck yauh tiny fingers in this cunt' whayl i rearrang' yauh mauth„

and you do, dipping them as deep as you can, through the way your thighs tremble and gooey walls pulse, as your throat softly constricts around his cock, making him growl and only ram faster, his own head tilting back.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[dmitriene]

letting könig collar you during sex, not even knowing that it would drive him mighty mad, with his thick scarred fingers curled into the leather, tugging, letting the metal charm with his name engraved on it dangle at your collarbones.

broad hips driving against your backside, making your supple ass bounce off from his flesh with rough slaps, his slightly hairy thighs pressing against yours, with your tight pussy stretched to the brim around his fat cock, with you having nowhere to run from all these coiling, bubbling feelings in your tummy.

you can hardly breathe, the feel of the tightening leather around your neck swallows you so much that you feel nothing but the brush of könig's fingers against your burning flesh, the pistoning of his veiny cock in and out of your squelching, slicked pussy.

you choke, sob out of pleasure with cutted sound as könig tighten his hold, making your neck arch and head tilt back, moaning raggedly as his full balls smack against your puffy folds, slick dripping to the sheets with each thrust of his, as his cold eyes gaze in your rolling eyes, his voice boyishly tender despite the way he turns you into a mush right now.

— “meine hübsche schlampe, all droolin' and whinin', hübsches mädchen„ he almost taunts, you can see it through your bleary eyes by the way his lips curl into animalistic grin, and you feel the way his hips pick up their pace, pummeling your body with shallow thrusts inside your pulsing warmth, plunging against your gummy cervix.

könig slots his lips against your, swallowing up your strangled cries and tiny mewls, his tongue rolling against yours, intertwining, turning you into a drooling mess, you know it's far from over, with the way könig's body burns with lust, and your's buzzing with approaching orgasm.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[dmitriene]

simon riley with a breeding kink, a man who usually avoided any thought of children found himself grasping to the fleeting thoughts of seeing you swollen with his babies, filled up constantly until it will take, until simon would have a family of his own.

there was no point in fighting these thoughts, because no matter how hard simon tried to convince himself that this was just a fleeting urge, his dark gaze became hungrier, and his touches against your body, sliding along your soft stomach, became more and more obvious even to you.

so you both gave it a go, a little try, but you didn't expect it to end with your supple body splayed and bent over any surface you had in your home, with simon's meaty cock stuffing your tight glossy pussy, making your tummy ache from how full you are, thick potent cum leaking out of you and down his length.

he fucks you almost animalistically, huffs against your neck about — “what' a pretty mama yau're going to be„ with his lengthy cock plunging in and out of your squelching heat, his white cum oozing out with every thrust back in your cunt, before stuffing your hole full back again, hot breath teasing your neck alongside chocked growls.

simon works his broad hips faster, letting his muscles tense as his calloused hands grope at your body, stroking across your soft breasts and imagining them leaking with sweet milk, before moving towards your tummy, already bulging with the outline of his cock, ramming in and out of you shallowly.

you hardly present at all, gasping incoherent mewls in the thick air with your head lolled aside, simon's lips brushing against your shoulder with growls and huffs, as his hands grasp at your legs to lift them upwards, resting the limp limbs against his shoulders, letting you know that's all of this is far from over.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[dmitriene]

letting könig collar you during sex, not even knowing that it would drive him mighty mad, with his thick scarred fingers curled into the leather, tugging, letting the metal charm with his name engraved on it dangle at your collarbones.

broad hips driving against your backside, making your supple ass bounce off from his flesh with rough slaps, his slightly hairy thighs pressing against yours, with your tight pussy stretched to the brim around his fat cock, with you having nowhere to run from all these coiling, bubbling feelings in your tummy.

you can hardly breathe, the feel of the tightening leather around your neck swallows you so much that you feel nothing but the brush of könig's fingers against your burning flesh, the pistoning of his veiny cock in and out of your squelching, slicked pussy.

you choke, sob out of pleasure with cutted sound as könig tighten his hold, making your neck arch and head tilt back, moaning raggedly as his full balls smack against your puffy folds, slick dripping to the sheets with each thrust of his, as his cold eyes gaze in your rolling eyes, his voice boyishly tender despite the way he turns you into a mush right now.

— “meine hübsche schlampe, all droolin' and whinin', hübsches mädchen„ he almost taunts, you can see it through your bleary eyes by the way his lips curl into animalistic grin, and you feel the way his hips pick up their pace, pummeling your body with shallow thrusts inside your pulsing warmth, plunging against your gummy cervix.

könig slots his lips against your, swallowing up your strangled cries and tiny mewls, his tongue rolling against yours, intertwining, turning you into a drooling mess, you know it's far from over, with the way könig's body burns with lust, and your's buzzing with approaching orgasm.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[dmitriene]

letting könig collar you during sex, not even knowing that it would drive him mighty mad, with his thick scarred fingers curled into the leather, tugging, letting the metal charm with his name engraved on it dangle at your collarbones.

broad hips driving against your backside, making your supple ass bounce off from his flesh with rough slaps, his slightly hairy thighs pressing against yours, with your tight pussy stretched to the brim around his fat cock, with you having nowhere to run from all these coiling, bubbling feelings in your tummy.

you can hardly breathe, the feel of the tightening leather around your neck swallows you so much that you feel nothing but the brush of könig's fingers against your burning flesh, the pistoning of his veiny cock in and out of your squelching, slicked pussy.

you choke, sob out of pleasure with cutted sound as könig tighten his hold, making your neck arch and head tilt back, moaning raggedly as his full balls smack against your puffy folds, slick dripping to the sheets with each thrust of his, as his cold eyes gaze in your rolling eyes, his voice boyishly tender despite the way he turns you into a mush right now.

— “meine hübsche schlampe, all droolin' and whinin', hübsches mädchen„ he almost taunts, you can see it through your bleary eyes by the way his lips curl into animalistic grin, and you feel the way his hips pick up their pace, pummeling your body with shallow thrusts inside your pulsing warmth, plunging against your gummy cervix.

könig slots his lips against your, swallowing up your strangled cries and tiny mewls, his tongue rolling against yours, intertwining, turning you into a drooling mess, you know it's far from over, with the way könig's body burns with lust, and your's buzzing with approaching orgasm.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[dmitriene]

julyyy it’s been a while !! how are you luvvie ?? 🫂

stevie :)

totally been a while, so sorry for not sending you even one ask lovie! i'm doing fine for now, hope you are too!! your latest writings are so so tasty and your new theme is so cool and bright ‹𝟹

hope you're having a good week love, smooching u and loofing you too!

[dmitriene]

simon riley that often feels overwhelmed during sex, feeling a slight uncomfortable tingling sensation in his eyes, causing him to close his eyelids and turn away, slowing down the movements of his hips and allowing his twitching cock still inside of your warmth, thick hands fisting the sheets until his knuckles turning white.

he was used to suppressing it, running out of bed on stumbling legs to lock himself in the bathroom and splash cold water on his face, leaving the woman with whom he spent the night behind him in bed, not wanting to show his weakness.

yet with you, it's different, simon doesn't have to keep pushing through the force, suppressing his feelings to satisfy someone else's, and he either doesn't even have time to croak pitifully that everything is fine, before your soft hands encircle his bared face, your supple legs around his hips, grounding him closer.

his body freezes, practically tensing with the rippling muscles in his bare shoulders, before returning his dark eyes to yours, the damp veil of which makes you sigh softly and murmur so gently — “oh, simon„ that it makes him shook.

simon ends with the heaviness of his body on top of yours, still connected with you inside your glossy cunt, just laying here and basking in the way your fingers trail the way from his thick hair and down his spine, circling scars and moles scattered across his pale flesh.

he doesn't utter a word, don't need to, with his face nuzzled against your neck as you stroke him tenderly, laying your cheek on the top of his head, your naked bodies connected and cocooned in warmth, as simon's eyes flutter shut.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[dmitriene]

simon riley that often feels overwhelmed during sex, feeling a slight uncomfortable tingling sensation in his eyes, causing him to close his eyelids and turn away, slowing down the movements of his hips and allowing his twitching cock still inside of your warmth, thick hands fisting the sheets until his knuckles turning white.

he was used to suppressing it, running out of bed on stumbling legs to lock himself in the bathroom and splash cold water on his face, leaving the woman with whom he spent the night behind him in bed, not wanting to show his weakness.

yet with you, it's different, simon doesn't have to keep pushing through the force, suppressing his feelings to satisfy someone else's, and he either doesn't even have time to croak pitifully that everything is fine, before your soft hands encircle his bared face, your supple legs around his hips, grounding him closer.

his body freezes, practically tensing with the rippling muscles in his bare shoulders, before returning his dark eyes to yours, the damp veil of which makes you sigh softly and murmur so gently — “oh, simon„ that it makes him shook.

simon ends with the heaviness of his body on top of yours, still connected with you inside your glossy cunt, just laying here and basking in the way your fingers trail the way from his thick hair and down his spine, circling scars and moles scattered across his pale flesh.

he doesn't utter a word, don't need to, with his face nuzzled against your neck as you stroke him tenderly, laying your cheek on the top of his head, your naked bodies connected and cocooned in warmth, as simon's eyes flutter shut.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[dmitriene]

simon riley with a breeding kink, a man who usually avoided any thought of children found himself grasping to the fleeting thoughts of seeing you swollen with his babies, filled up constantly until it will take, until simon would have a family of his own.

there was no point in fighting these thoughts, because no matter how hard simon tried to convince himself that this was just a fleeting urge, his dark gaze became hungrier, and his touches against your body, sliding along your soft stomach, became more and more obvious even to you.

so you both gave it a go, a little try, but you didn't expect it to end with your supple body splayed and bent over any surface you had in your home, with simon's meaty cock stuffing your tight glossy pussy, making your tummy ache from how full you are, thick potent cum leaking out of you and down his length.

he fucks you almost animalistically, huffs against your neck about — “what' a pretty mama yau're going to be„ with his lengthy cock plunging in and out of your squelching heat, his white cum oozing out with every thrust back in your cunt, before stuffing your hole full back again, hot breath teasing your neck alongside chocked growls.

simon works his broad hips faster, letting his muscles tense as his calloused hands grope at your body, stroking across your soft breasts and imagining them leaking with sweet milk, before moving towards your tummy, already bulging with the outline of his cock, ramming in and out of you shallowly.

you hardly present at all, gasping incoherent mewls in the thick air with your head lolled aside, simon's lips brushing against your shoulder with growls and huffs, as his hands grasp at your legs to lift them upwards, resting the limp limbs against his shoulders, letting you know that's all of this is far from over.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[dmitriene]

arthur morgan, the man that treats you like the finest jewel, being as gentle to you as no one has ever seen him, and when other people around you tell that the only soul he treated well is his horse, you better believe, but then, there's you.

a pretty and sweetest doll, he calls you when boys do make him babble about who you are, and that's what he calls you right in your face, out of fascination, out of the way how much he hooked on you, while his bluish green eyes trace the way your eyelashes flutter shyly.

it's the way arthur handles you, with a heavy arm around your waist, or on the small of your back, pressing you against his side with your arm wrapped softly around his bicep, his head tipping to look you in the eyes, matching your pace as he grumbles softly — “keep close, alright, darlin'?„

it's also how he let's himself carry you, over the muddy area of the road, taking care of your dress for you so you wouldn't stain it, or hoisting you up on his horse, warm and thick palms settling on the curve of your waist, stroking up and down briefly.

but arthur much more caring when you two alone, when he allows himself to pay for a night in parlour house, renting a room only to have you close, to feel your supple and naked flesh pressed against his, legs tangled together, his calloused fingers tracing a path from your shoulder to your spine.

he's loving, in the way he holds you against him with his chapped lips pressed against your temple, grown stubble teasing your skin as his free hand guides his fat cock against your glossy slit, rubbing his length before prodding at your gaping and hot cunt, leaving careful kisses on your face, praising alongside your breathy moans — “that's it, so precious and soft, sweetheart, just a tad more„

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[dmitriene]

simon riley with a breeding kink, a man who usually avoided any thought of children found himself grasping to the fleeting thoughts of seeing you swollen with his babies, filled up constantly until it will take, until simon would have a family of his own.

there was no point in fighting these thoughts, because no matter how hard simon tried to convince himself that this was just a fleeting urge, his dark gaze became hungrier, and his touches against your body, sliding along your soft stomach, became more and more obvious even to you.

so you both gave it a go, a little try, but you didn't expect it to end with your supple body splayed and bent over any surface you had in your home, with simon's meaty cock stuffing your tight glossy pussy, making your tummy ache from how full you are, thick potent cum leaking out of you and down his length.

he fucks you almost animalistically, huffs against your neck about — “what' a pretty mama yau're going to be„ with his lengthy cock plunging in and out of your squelching heat, his white cum oozing out with every thrust back in your cunt, before stuffing your hole full back again, hot breath teasing your neck alongside chocked growls.

simon works his broad hips faster, letting his muscles tense as his calloused hands grope at your body, stroking across your soft breasts and imagining them leaking with sweet milk, before moving towards your tummy, already bulging with the outline of his cock, ramming in and out of you shallowly.

you hardly present at all, gasping incoherent mewls in the thick air with your head lolled aside, simon's lips brushing against your shoulder with growls and huffs, as his hands grasp at your legs to lift them upwards, resting the limp limbs against his shoulders, letting you know that's all of this is far from over.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

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john price with a breeding kink, accompanied by constant urge to fuck his potent load into you, fill your womb with his chubby little kids and see you nursing them, but what more important, to see you all swollen with his babies alone.

price respects a woman with hobbies and aspirations in life, but even more he respects to see the same woman with rounded tummy full of his children and swollen breasts full of sweet milk, to see the way his lovely darling turns all supple and squishy.

and john works hard for it to take, to fuck your glossy cunt raw without unnecessary safety and plug you with his milky cum, pounding into your swollen pussy with shallow thrusts that make his fat cock batter against your gummy cervix, feeling how your gooey walls pulse and clench around his length.

you feel each movement in your throat, accompanying it with broken mewls that slip past your wet lips, the one john kisses so lovingly, with his calloused thick fingers laying on your hips, pawing at the supple flesh as his mutton chops scratch against the skin of your face with each delivered kiss.

— “yau're doing so good, gonna look so lovely all full with my load„ he purrs in your ear, as his movements turn sloppy, hips jerking as his cock throbs in the confiness of your slick warmth, your legs circling around his hips and your cunt clamps around him, tightening, making his brows furrow with stiffled groan, as you moan sweetly.

neck arching with the way you tilt your head, letting price slot his lips against your throat, leaving trail of kisses and little marks that he litters all over your flushed skin, listening to the way your breath hitch, noises turning incoherent and high pitched — “please, john, hmmn, f — fill me, breed me up„

that's all it takes for john to moan brokenly, letting his hips falter as his cock jolted with spurting ropes of cum, filling your pulsing hole as you clenched, cunt gushing sticky slick and his smoky voice a warming purr against your ear — “such a sweit' darling for me, gonna be full with my kids soon.. just' rest' now„

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

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simon thinks you look pretty when he's chocking you, thick calloused fingers wrapping around your fragile neck, pressing into the soft flesh that blooms with purplish imprints, followed by your chocked mewls.

you don't fight him, not when his fat cock pistons in and out of your squelching cunt, nestling in your wet heat where his bulbous head pounds into your gummy cervix, making your eyes roll back into your skull.

simon's thrusts are rough, pummeling your body into the soft sheets that soaks where your bodies meet, where your slick coats his cock and pubic hair in thin sheen, leaking down your supple thighs with sticky clearness.

but despite the way his fingers press and squeeze around your throat, constricting your breath and making you gasp, chocking on your own moans as your body seizes, jiggling with each jerk of his hips, tight balls slapping against your ass, he let's your trembling arms wrap around his thick neck.

lowering his face towards yours, dark eyes scanning your parted lips, releasing mute moans that he swallows, gently pressing his own chapped lips to yours, kissing you extremely tenderly, feeling how you slowly turn into a puddle beneath him, blinking dizzily.

simon releases you from the kiss with strings of saliva stretching between you, as his hips work to burrow his meaty cock deeper into your slick cunt, feeling how your viscous walls pulse around his throbbing length, as he brushes his wet lips against your temple with a hushed praises — “that''s alright', darling, such a good girl for me, so sweit'„

it drips like honey past his lips, enveloping you in fuzzing warmth that makes you melt, sinking into your bed further, looking bleary at the way simon's lips stretch into the warm grin, with his thumb stroking against the bloomed bright marks on your neck.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[dmitriene]

simon thinks you look pretty when he's chocking you, thick calloused fingers wrapping around your fragile neck, pressing into the soft flesh that blooms with purplish imprints, followed by your chocked mewls.

you don't fight him, not when his fat cock pistons in and out of your squelching cunt, nestling in your wet heat where his bulbous head pounds into your gummy cervix, making your eyes roll back into your skull.

simon's thrusts are rough, pummeling your body into the soft sheets that soaks where your bodies meet, where your slick coats his cock and pubic hair in thin sheen, leaking down your supple thighs with sticky clearness.

but despite the way his fingers press and squeeze around your throat, constricting your breath and making you gasp, chocking on your own moans as your body seizes, jiggling with each jerk of his hips, tight balls slapping against your ass, he let's your trembling arms wrap around his thick neck.

lowering his face towards yours, dark eyes scanning your parted lips, releasing mute moans that he swallows, gently pressing his own chapped lips to yours, kissing you extremely tenderly, feeling how you slowly turn into a puddle beneath him, blinking dizzily.

simon releases you from the kiss with strings of saliva stretching between you, as his hips work to burrow his meaty cock deeper into your slick cunt, feeling how your viscous walls pulse around his throbbing length, as he brushes his wet lips against your temple with a hushed praises — “that''s alright', darling, such a good girl for me, so sweit'„

it drips like honey past his lips, enveloping you in fuzzing warmth that makes you melt, sinking into your bed further, looking bleary at the way simon's lips stretch into the warm grin, with his thumb stroking against the bloomed bright marks on your neck.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.

[dmitriene]

bathing with simon riley, while sitting on his bulky lap and cockwarming him, his fat cock nestled inside your gummy walls and brush against your spongy spot with spontaneous throbs, feeling how your warm cunt pulse in response, tightening.

your soft, wet hands draw lines with your fingers along his broad back, along his spine, making simon shudder in response, burying his face more firmly against your shoulder, barely breathing with little puffs that stutter when his movements makes his cock glide against your cunts gooey insides.

his calloused palm lays between your hip and supple ass, not even digging, with his fingers twitching when he runs them over your soft skin, moving against your pubic bone and lower, before simon settles his touch against your puffy clit, brushing with little circles that makes you moan in his ear.

your warm breath scorches his ear with quiet and needy — “h-hmn, s-si!„ that paints his skin with pinkish flush, pressing his thick finger against your throbbing clit firmer, feeling how your viscous walls constrict around his meaty cock, the one simon starts to thrust in you slowly with little jerks of his hips.

his chapped lips brush against your shoulder, barely lifting his face as he litters your skin with little kisses, your fingers moving to tangle in his wet hair at the back of his neck, burrowing in the dark roots, as he whispers hoarsely — “so good to me, luv, so perfect'„ with his lips tracing path up to your neck.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴.