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holeforzenin · 29 days ago

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ TOJI LOVES YOUR CUNT EVEN MORE AFTER YOU GAVE BIRTH

Tw- Pussy & ass eating, prone bone, daddy kink, heavy breeding. Lots of dirty talk tbh, praising. Toji lowkey goes crazy. Not proofread.

You don’t quite understand the obsession but you don’t mind it either. The moment you place your baby in his wooden crib and sink into the living room couch, savoring the precious little time you have before your baby boy wakes up again.

Toji’s kneeling behind you. Both of his broad hands gripping your soft cheeks, tantalizingly spreading them apart— desperately trying to gain the best access to your little holes as much as possible.

You’re trying to relax into the warm fluffy pillows, trying to catch your breath but Toji doesn’t let up— he’s buried between your thighs, his lips and nose gliding over your dripping cunt and puckered hole, shamelessly coating his face in your slick and groaning like a fucking animal as if it’s the best thing in the world.

Toji swears your pussy’s been damn near addictive since you gave birth. He says it’s sweeter, messier— flooding the second he so much as brushes his fingers over you. He’d smirk and tells you he can smell it the moment you get horny, like your cunt’s dripping and calling for him before you even know it yourself.

His breath is hot against your skin, his deep groan sending vibrations straight to your core. “Told ya, sweetheart,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue up the slick seam of your folds, his nose bumping against your clit. “You’re so fucking sweeter now. Like this pussy was made just for me after I knocked ya up”.

You shudder, burying your face into the couch cushion as his hands grip your hips, pulling you closer to his eager mouth. You’re still sensitive—your body changed after giving birth and Toji has been nothing but obsessed with every little difference.

The way your thighs are softer, the way your belly has a gentle curve to it now, the way your cunt practically flutters for him the moment he gets his hands on you. “Fuck,” you whimper, hips jerking as his tongue dips into your entrance, lapping up the wetness that seems to never stop pooling for him.

He hums in satisfaction, the sounds downright filthy as he drinks you up like a man starved.

“You don’t even realize it, do ya?” His voice is husky, dripping with something dark and possessive. “How easy you open up for me now. How much hungrier this cute pussy is”.

He presses a kiss to your swollen clit, grinning against you when your body trembles. “Bet I could slip in right now without a fight. So damn wet for me”.

Your face burns but the heat pooling in your belly is undeniable. You don’t understand it— why he’s so obsessed, why his hunger for you has only intensified after you gave birth. But the way he devours you, the way he worships every inch of your body makes it too impossible to care.

“Toji,” you gasp, fingers gripping the couch as his tongue flicks against your clit in teasing little strokes, his pace deliberately slow. He wants to savor this, wants to draw it out and you know he won’t stop until you’re shaking from overstimulation.

“Yeah, baby?” His voice is muffled as he buries his face deeper between your thighs, groaning like he’s addicted to your taste. “Go on, tell me how much you love it when Daddy eats your pretty pussy”:

He presses a few affectionate kisses to your messy clit and leaky entrance, drawing cute little whimpers and hums from you before his hands spread you wider, thumbs digging into the plush of your ass as his tongue trails higher, circling the tight ring of muscle.

You stiffen, a shiver rolling down your spine as his hot breath fans against your most sensitive spot. “Daddy— mmph, m’sensitive there!”.

“Relax baby,” Toji rasps, pressing wet kisses along the curve of your ass. “Already know how much this tight little hole loves me”.

Your breath catches when he licks a slow, teasing stripe over your rim, his tongue warm and slick as he coats you in his spit. He groans deep in his chest like he’s savoring the taste like he’s getting off on knowing how vulnerable you are beneath him.

“You never used to let me touch you here,” he muses between wet licks, his fingers gripping your hips, digging into your skin, and keeping you exactly where he wants you. “Now look at you— spread open, and winking against my tongue”.

A whimper escapes you as he flicks the tip of his tongue over the tight ring, pressing just enough to make you clench. He chuckles at your reaction, his fingers kneading the flesh of your ass as he works his tongue in slow savoring circles.

“Fuck,” you whisper, trying not to make too much noise in fear of waking up your baby. You buried your face further into the couch cushions, your body betraying you as your hips arch into his hungry mouth.

Toji hums in satisfaction, his tongue pressing more insistently against you now, licking and prodding until your walls flutter. The sensation is foreign but toe-curling all the same. His spit drips down to your already-soaked cunt, mixing with your arousal as he devours you like he can’t get enough.

“Should’ve been doing this sooner,” he groans, pulling back just enough to admire the way your hole twitches, shiny with his spit. “So fucking pretty like this. All mine”.

His words send a rush of heat straight to your core and when he dives back in, lapping and sucking, making a filthy mess of you— you can’t do anything but take it, your body melting under his relentless tongue.

And if the two of you are lucky enough to get more time alone, he’s pinning you down and climbing on top of your helpless body, fucking you deep in a rough prone bone, your soaked pussy squelching loudly with every thrust.

While he’s gently stroking your hair, whispering the filthiest sweet nothings like he’s not currently stuffing you full and dragging more cum out of your messy, overstretched hole and leaking down his cock and coating his thighs.

He fucking loves the mess you make— thick cream smeared all over the base of his fat cock, dripping down and matting into his curly pubic hair. It’s so filthy and proof to him of just how good he makes you feel— how wrecked you are for him.

He grinds in slow, deep circles just to watch it spread more, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he mutters, “Look at that, baby… all fucking mine”. And with you laid out flat beneath his big, muscular figure, helpless in prone bone— there’s nowhere for you to run.

He’s got a palm pressed firmly between your shoulder blades, pinning you down like the fucktoy you are, grinding his cock deep into your used sloppy cunt.

“Fuckin’ tight cunt,” he growls, rutting into you harder and rougher now like he’s trying to mold his shape into your body all over again. “Fuckkk, You’d think one kid would be enough but this greedy cunt’s begging me for another”.

He presses his chest flush to your back, hips grinding in deep, letting you feel every inch as he rolls his hips just right— thick and mean like he’s made to breed. “Carried my baby once, didn’t you? Took every drop and swelled up all pretty. You were made for it. This pussy was made to take my seed”.

You whimper, trembling beneath him and he just laughs— low, dark, and possessive. “Already stretched you out once and you still get this fucking tight around me. You want another, don’t you? Want daddy to stuff you full again till this pussy swallows it all and you’re knocked up and waddling around with my next one?”.

He slams back in hard, groaning at the wet slap of your bodies. You can barely answer— your body is too overwhelmed by the pounding rhythm, your pussy so full, so stretched from the first fat load he gave you.

But he doesn’t care. He just wants more. Wants to feel you swell up again, wants to see you overflowing full of his seed, a reminder that you belong to him and only him.

He shifts his hips, pounding harder and deeper, grinding his cock around your sensitive, already abused walls. His heavy, cum-filled balls slap against your sloppy cunt as he groans. “Gonna fill you so full that you won't be able to walk straight after this”.

He grins wickedly as he feels the way your body twitches around him. He knows you’re close— he could expertly feel the tension building in your cunt, the way your body is ready to take everything he has to offer. “Say it,” he demands, his voice rough and dark. “Say you want another. Say you want me to fuck another cute little baby into you”.

You don’t need to be told twice. Your words are a broken plea, desperate and eager. “Mmm— Please, want another… p-please fill me up again, fuck wanna carry your baby again, daddy”.

That’s all he needs. He slams into you one last time, pushing deep and letting out a low growl as he empties into you, filling your cunt with his hot, thick cum. His grip tightened on your hips as he spills every last drop.

He fucks you through it, dragging out the orgasm and making sure you’re full. When he finally stops, he’s still breathing hard, sweat decorating his chest as he pulls out slowly, watching his cum spill from your hole before he plugs his tip back in.

“That’s right,” he breathes, his voice rough and husky. “Gonna keep you full. Gonna keep stuffing you until you carry every single one of my babies”.

After, with a tender kiss on your forehead, he slips out of bed, moving around to get you water, snacks and whatever you need. He lets you relax and recover while he takes care of the baby for the rest of the day.

It’s a quiet, peaceful moment— nothing but his soothing presence and the soft sounds of him playing with your baby boy in the next room. You can rest and do whatever you need to recharge, knowing he’s got everything handled while his next baby is in the process.

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heritageposts · 1 year ago

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🇵🇸 From Friends of Al-Aqsa (FOA):

This Ramadan make sure you’re not breaking your fast with the taste of apartheid. All you need to do is check the label to avoid buying dates from apartheid Israel. This includes dates labelled from Israel, the West Bank and the Jordan Valley or if the country of origin is not shown. Ramadan is a time of reflection and self-improvement. During this month we are more conscious of our actions and how they affect others. Israel is the world’s largest producer of Medjoul dates. Let's be conscious of not buying dates that support Israel’s illegal occupation of Palestine and apartheid regime. * Major UK supermarkets like ASDA, Tesco, Iceland and Waitrose all sell dates from apartheid Israel as well as local grocery stores * The UK is the second-biggest importer of Israeli dates in Europe 50% of Israeli dates are exported to Europe, where the UK, Netherlands, France, Spain and Italy import huge quantities of the dried fruit. In 2020 the UK imported over 3000 tonnes of dates from Israel, worth roughly 7.5 million pounds. There are two peaks of date consumption in Europe. One is during the month of Ramadan and the other is during New Year’s Eve and Christmas. Boycotting Israeli dates in Ramadan is a concerted community effort that can show we are not powerless. It would be brilliant to see all Israeli dates still left on shelves across the UK and Europe at the end of the blessed month. This would reflect our strength as a community to stand together with a very important message: We will not support the oppression of Palestinians and we will not be complicit in Israeli apartheid. So, this Ramadan #CheckTheLabel and boycott Israeli dates.

With Ramadan approaching, please consider sharing!

If you're in the UK, they also have leaflets available for order on their webpage. These tie into their upcoming campaign #CheckTheLabel, with a national day of action on the 16th of February.

Again, check their webpage for more info.

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