#{✩*ೃ.⋆𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 🎀}

[pseudosis]

JET’S best way, and most favorite way, to show you off is to have you ride on the back of his motorcycle for everyone to gawk at you. Hot piece of ass perched up on the back of the seat, back arched forward to cling to his middle firmly, and skirt so damn short, when it flies up everyone behind you two could surely see your panties.

He likes it that way, it’s an excuse to not only shoot birds at people and curse at them for being a weirdo to you, but to be able to get to your cunt easier.

Stopped somewhere in an empty parking lot adjacent to a nearby local park, he had you laid down on the seat and head resting against the steering handles, legs pulled wide apart and panties hanging off from one ankle in the air. JET worked his tongue through your lips, gummy texture of your clit smoothing out on his tongue. He rolled his head in it, nose growing sticky from your slick that caught itself digging through your pussy.

He especially feeds off of how you moan all cutely when he flicks over a particularly sensitive area of the bud. How you hitch and whine at the mixing sensations of his tongue running through your entrance and venturing over your walls. Tip just barely massaging the area that’ll have you gasping and grabbing his nest for hair.

Taking his thumbs to spread you apart further to mutual benefit, his eyes began to roll to the back of his head and eyebrows scrunched together to truly relish in the taste and scent of your need. Groaning, all smashed up against your sex, caused you to feel this heady euphoria you only had when you two smoked.

This was a nightly thing where you two would fuck on his motorcycle in public, patrol officers lurked around the perimeter of the park, making it a whole lot more interesting. One time almost getting caught red handed with his dick balls deep in your throat, down on your knees to hide behind the side of the motorcycle you two were on.

Or another time when he had you bend over to lean on the vehicle to slide into you from behind. Holding your hips and skin clapping down loudly in contact, alerting the curious minds of the officers. JET loved to fuck with them, only because he hated police officers with a passion.

[pseudosis]

JOE is a deep man, beyond what may come to the eye he is very in tune with his emotions. Even after losing his family you’d think he’d go all bitter, desolate internally, but in fact he is the very opposite with you.

He makes love. He prefers it wholeheartedly. Cherishing even the smallest moments of lifting your legs up to come rest by his ears when he pushes inside you. Tip flush up against your need, the two of you indulging into the sight of his all disappearing behind your clit and it stung.

He cooed words like a sweet melody into your ears to keep you from panicking at the feeling, it was new, but he was willing to explore new together through every step of the way. Through each and every time he feeds himself to your body, his breath hitches erratically, loosing his voice from it being clogged up in his throat.

JOE moves to lean down and kiss you regularly through it, he talks you through it, praises falling from his mouth so naturally like it was some destined second nature. He exhausts his breathing once you clench up snuggly around him, your slick glazing over the surface of his dick was a sight for sore eyes in his opinion.

Your hands running down patterns into his back the faster and deeper he went, nails grazing over ivory skin that was pulled taut over an array of solid muscles. He took a hand of his own to squeeze your face, prompting you to open your mouth to gently spit into.

Pressing his forehead to yours, sweat clung to eyebrows as speeding up had his body working tirelessly on the inside to please, to show his gratitude to you. Climax peaking so fast it caused his vision to swim and his head to spin practically away from coherent thinking. Rambling endlessly about how he so desperately wanted a child running around the house with a huge smile on their face.

A testament and vision of the unconditional love and passion that never ceased to exist, in the form of a baby, with pieces from the both of you that made them unique and special. In only a way you two could understand.

“One wouldn’t hurt would it?”

[pseudosis]

Baby daddy!ZUKO who’s just as nasty as you recalled him being. The unashamed debauchery, it’s some infectious disease that’s just ridden in the way he fucks. He’ll fold you up, bend you over, get that pretty mouth of yours to cough up his name in ways you never could bring your mind to wrap around.

Fighting against his aura, something that’s so wrapped up and put away to a stranger’s eye, yet still so weirdly magnetic proved to only allow room for that infection to overwhelm your sense of rationality. To put up a wall is to only prompt it to ruthlessly beat it down until it turned to a dust.

It’s the very thing that landed you up pregnant the first time, a daughter, that looks just fucking like him. You loved her as much as your heart could muster, and you loved him as well. Though that love came to a halfway point and diminished on his end as if that night wasn’t enough for his feelings to bubble up at the thought of you alone.

As a father, he’s everything a daughter could ask for. He spoils her until her teeth go all rotten, attends all of her school events to cheer her on, talks to her whenever things get down to complication. Perfect wasn’t a word good enough to cut his role as a parent.

But when he’s at the doorstep, dropping her off back to you after having a day out together, that aura comes back ghosting your thoughts once more. Putting her to bed as she had school tomorrow, you’re so caught up in being a mom, you become so aware about how much more taller he is than you for the first time in a long time.

How his scent of rather pronounced cologne just wafts and plays around in your nostrils, call it taunting if you will. How the callousness of his hands make for this erratic display of the work he puts in just about everyday to keep up with the body he personally sculpted.

“Here’s the child support money, I gave you a little extra in there in case the normal amount doesn’t cut it. If not, buy yourself something nice I guess.”

Traveling your gaze downward to meet the sight of a bulging envelope held out to you in those same hands you were just thinking on the details about, you take it. Feeling the pull of tiredness at last catching up with the weight of your eyelids, a thought hits you, recollecting the plans of driving off to the local pharmacy to pick up your migraine medication.

Surprisingly, he had the courtesy, buried away deep inside of his conscience, of offering you a drive there since you wanted to cut back on using up your own gas that helped push you off to work. His figure resting on the doorframe, almost looking down at you like he honestly didn’t want to spare his time to satisfy your needs. It irked you, that’s just apart of his personality that honestly pushes you away and reminds you to stay closed off to him.

No began on the tip of your tongue, though it ended up falling flat and lost amidst the sea of thoughts flowing mentally. Seeing the dead center of those amber eyes just fixated unmistakably upon your own caused for acceptance to finally cross your main line of thinking.

Acceptance had an odd way of taking its course, once yes rolled off your tongue for the first at the door, another wildly different kind of yes ended in you being folded upwards in the back of his car. Both of you, equally as naked as the other, the situation being his biceps curling begrudgingly into the soft flesh of your thighs while he lodged his dick back and forth to force apart those pretty lips.

Oh he’s so gross in the way he’s sliding his tongue down the opening of your ear, taking his hips and throwing them upwards to get that messy slick of yours to drip down the point of no return, down his balls and eventually falling to the car carpet. Feeling heat spread from the back of your head down to the tips of your toes as you took him abusing his way through your once closed up walls. The tip of his dick eating out the certain area in your guts that scratches an itch so satisfying, you threw your head back to scream to the top of the car.

Something in the way he just huffs and puffs out that heat through his nose and mouth that press wet spots flush on your skin. Or how he’s grinding out the scalding lust running in his body around in your pussy as a way to make you taste the high of his own unashamed passion. Cunt riding out the bouts of you squirting out some of that heat he’s implementing into you.

“‘M glad no one’s had this pussy since we split doll. You can’t bring yourself to think about any other dick huh?”

Hands snaking themselves through that head of hair of his, you brought your fingernails to dig in deep and tug firmly on any strands caught in your grasp. You felt his dick twitch in between your walls at the pleasing sting that coursed over his nerves. The biggest fuck you silently mustered. If that even counted, he seemingly liked it.

“I’ll take that as a yes...”

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[pseudosis]

JET calls you nasty the way you grow so wet under so little time. Of course he’s had encounters in the past because he knew how to say something, letting it roll off of his tongue to get any other girl slick in her panties. But you’re obscene in that way you have his entire dick coated in cum.

The both of you humping wetly in ZUKO’S bed, sneaking him in was a task, it had been so lonely without your husband though. Away at sea on a political trip housed somewhere in the Earth Kingdom, caused desperation to grow deep at the bottom of your abdomen. But you could tell if that was you making yourself feel that way, or just JET’S dick rocking in deeply through your need.

Keeping quiet would keep you two from getting caught from any suspecting guards that might be lingering outside the door, but god it felt like a such a task. Coming down flush against each other had the couple humming in audible satisfaction, JET urged your face to stay against the bed putting your back into a pretty arch. Leaning forward, he used his bodyweight to beat into you even harder than before, taking in the sounds of your pussy squelching around him.

“Pussy so damn good, I bet he can barely even handle this shit.”

Body shaking from meeting in time with his ruts, you hugged his dick, letting your cunt tug forward on it as you began to gently fuck yourself. Whining vicariously at the sensation of your g-spot being pinpointed, he grabbed your hips to guide your movements into a much neater rhythm.

Spreading your ass apart to gaze at your creamy lips bulging around his thick base, he cooed deeply as his hands ran over your flesh before giving it a good slap to wake you up out of your haziness. You jolted slightly, suddenly overwhelmed with his advances forward into it. He grew mildly impatient with the way things were progressing at a slow ass rate, holding your face down by your neck and bullying his sex as far as he could possibly get.

He gave it to you good, would it be an overstatement to suggest maybe he was even better than ZUKO? Possibly, but this was only for one night, he probably just wanted to show off since he’s been eyeing you for a hot ass minute. Saying that you looked better of a mess underneath him rather than your husband, breathing going ragged as he threw his head back into the humid air. Or that could just be his deep rooted hatred for the man.

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