#TWD tag

[missmisdemeanor]

Every woman adores a fascist.

The boot in the face, the brute   

Brute heart of a brute like you.

The Walking Dead 7x07 | Sylvia Plath - Daddy

[fiascobaby]

more TWD/ITYSL crossover for the two people who enjoy them 😌

[kiraman]

op this is making me lose my mind, thank you 🙃

also I know you cut to little flashbacks right after it, but when she asks why not and he gives her THAT long, silent look, my whole brain explodes

❤️

[obsmiechujek]

anyway hows your day been

[whalefill]

i'm gonna be so brave and post about my stupid hyperfixation and everyone's gonna be really nice about it ok. thanks. here are some walkingdead sketches

[godsplatter]

a deputy and a bayou man walk into a zombie apocalypse

[cowleyes]

started twd. i like this twerp

[boop-le-snoot]

masterlist

dirt

sundress+no panties+daryl = uh oh...

title and soundtrack is dirt by depeche mode. you need to take depeche mode away from me tbh, I'm hung up on the exciter album writing smut when I should be making updates to my negan and ironstrange fics.

I also headcanon daryl having huge fat swinging balls for some reason and I'm so sorry you had to read that I turn into an animal when I write daryl

cw: 18+, word count 3k. a little rough (butt slaps, some bites, he calls you a "bitch in heat" and a "slut" a couple of times - lovingly of course), a little pervy (you're fucking outside and daryl eats his own come out of your pussy+breeding kink if you squint really hard).

He reaches in, fingers curling around the bunched up, patterned cotton of the dress and his mind blanks. The low growling, he realises, is coming from his own mouth.

"The fuck, girl?"

You look at Daryl over your shoulder, where the bare skin has erupted in goosebumps from his hot, humid breath. "What?"

You sound annoyed, but there's a distinctive teasing undertone to it. Your eyes are narrowed a little too much. The corners of your cherry-tinted lips are tilted upwards.

"You ripped all my damn underwear, Daryl! What did you expect?" You grouch, breaking the second of still silence. "Can't just take a stroll to Victoria's Secret anymore, can I?" Seeing his face darken even more, you hastily add, "I got a couple I wear on runs."

You sound so cute when you're annoyed, Daryl thinks, but it's overshadowed by his blood rushing in his ears, hot and fast. His cock is still pulsing in his jeans and it demands to be released.

"So you jus' walkin' 'round with allat juicy ass hangin' out fo' all da men to sniff?" Daryl feels an urge to clarify to you, what is exactly you're doing, that he's upset with. "Cuz that's exactly what all them dawgs are fuckin' doin'!" He's jealous, of course he is, but most importantly, he doesn't trust any of the men as far as he can see them.

Hell, he isn't completely sure even Rick would pass on the opportunity to get an eyeful of your soft thighs, your scrumptious ass, or your fat cunt, for that matter.

Lord knows they're the juiciest fucking things he has seen in his whole entire miserable life. Just thinking about it makes his rock hard cock twitch and release a sad dribble of pre-cum in his pants.

"Exactly, your girl!" You declare, eyeroll audible in your voice. "Nobody's seein' me without my panties 'cept you."

Daryl's only response is to hitch up the sundress higher, the movement so quick, the fabric gives a sad crack as the seams threaten to burst. Your ass is still bare, still round and smooth as ever, nobody should have this sort of curves while they're in the middle of a damn apocalypse, he thinks, and sinks to his knees and sinks his teeth into the supple skin of your right ass cheek.

You yelp at the sharp pain. You squirm, your attempt at getting away, of course, futile: your hips and waist are firmly in his grasp. Rough fingertips dig into you, just shy of painful.

"There," Daryl inches back a bit, admiring the indentations left behind by his teeth. For someone who forgets to take care of himself most days, his teeth are surprisingly straight and white and strong. And he lets you feel it. "Now if any asshole decides to go nosin' where he shouldn't, there'll be a warnin'." Daryl sounds proud of himself, which is all and all - fair.

Once the initial shock subsides, your feel your cunt lips stick together even more as your arousal oozes out of them- and down your thighs, now that there isn't any fabric to contain it all. In all honesty, you did enjoy the occasional breeze that would waft up your skirt, even if it didn't offer much respite from the sweltering summer heat.

And Daryl is definitely not helping matters, either. He's like a damn furnace, pressed up against the back of your legs, all solid bulk, breathing hot and moist into your skin, every exhale going around the curve of your ass and disappearing between your legs. He knows it the moment that you shift in place, subtly trying to widen your stance even though there is nothing more you want than to rub your thighs together to provide relief to your swollen lips and throbbing clit.

He raises a hand, wide and open-palmed, and smacks your ass. "You're such a fuckin' slut," he grouses. And your first instinct is to gasp at the offense; you hide your grin in a lip bite. Yes, yes you are. And you know it. And he knows it. Your ass cheek jiggles as he gives it another well-aimed slap. "Lookit you," Daryl presses the issue, "drippin' wet." To hammer his point home, he takes a thick, fat finger and runs it along the seam of your cunt.

It glides easily. You shudder, biting back a moan. Your legs shake just a little, but Daryl notices - he always does - and his finger dips inside your lips. The rough, calloused fingertip swipes through your labia, stopping just short of your clit. You whine and he withdraws.

His numerous knives and tools clatter as he abruptly gets up.

"You wanna be fucked, huh?" Voice quiet, Daryl's front presses to your back with a malicious intent. The prominent bulge of his erection is pushing into your back. "Is that why you goin' round naked? So anybody coulda bend you over, anytime, huh?" He reaches around you, hand blindly nosing for your face. When he finds it, he wastes no time in prying your mouth open, sticking the damp finger inside.

Your own cunt, salty and tangy, blossoms on your tongue. The gesture makes you moan around his finger and him- he sticks another one in, keeping you quiet.

"Shut the fuck up," Daryl orders. The rasp in his voice makes your knees buck and your cunt weep and he knows it. His free hand moves at your back, and with the accompanying noises, you come to realise that he's opening his pants and hurrying to free his dick.

When the damp, silky tip touches the bare skin of your ass, your body reacts before you do. Your mouth wraps tighter around his fingers. Spit dribbles from the corners of your mouth and onto his wrist. Your back arches into his body. He is just as scalding as the sun beaming down from the sky.

Daryl pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, holding them there until you gag. The motion makes your whole form spasm and shiver; his cock gives a responding jump of its own.

"Lookit you," he rasps directly into your ear, hot breath tickling the shell of it. "Like a fuckin' bitch in heat," he grabs the meat of your ass cheek, spreading you one-handed. His cockhead noses around the cleft, leaving a sticky trail behind itself. It dips near your cunt, adding your juices to the mix. "You want it so bad."

You do. You really, really do. But you know Daryl is mean. You love it when he's mean to you. When he is proud of the strength of his bulk, when his eyebrows draw tightly over his brilliant blue eyes and nothing, absolutely nothing can escape his predatory stare. You crane your neck, trying to look back at him, to plead with your eyes.

He gets it, because he always does. Daryl's fingers quickly leave your mouth, dragging a wet trail of spit down to your neck where his fingers wrap around it in a secure hold.

"You want it so bad, then fuckin' beg," he says the words and you immediately, greedily descend into the permitted depravity.

"Please, Daryl," your voice sounds hoarse, interrupted by hiccups as you struggle to swallow the saliva that had pooled in your mouth and around his fingers, "please, fuck me. I'll be good. Please."

You feel him fist his cock as it twitches; you can't help it, really, as you arch your back even more and push your ass against his rough hand. Immediately, he withdraws it, just to slap you again.

"You're a bitch in heat," he muses, but you can hear the beginnings of impatience in his voice. "Say it!"

He's never made you do that before. Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, you gasp, part shock part offense, until you feel a drop of fluid roll out over the outer lip of your cunt and fall and disappear somewhere below you. Then it's just lust. The kind that tints the whole world red and narrows your field of vision.

"Fuckin' say it!" Daryl demands, patience thin.

You wouldn't put it past him to just shove himself in at this point. "I'm... I'm a bi- I'm a bitch in heat," you hiccup, feeling your face flood with heat. "I'm a bitch in heat, please fuck me!"

You feel his lips tilt up just the tiniest bit against your ear before he reaches back for his cock and aims it at your cunt in a single, precise thrust. You gasp and mewl as he suddenly stops halfway through. Your cunt ripples and flexes and squeezes. Daryl drops his forehead onto your shoulder, panting.

"So fuckin' tight," he murmurs, mostly to himself. You're not - he knows better, he makes sure you're not before he even thinks about sticking it in - but you are. All that blood that went straight to your cunt the moment his breath caught up in his throat at the sight of your bare pussy - It's making your cunt swell all around him.

A pathetic mewl leaves your lips, your satisfaction incomplete. You wiggle, you arch, but Daryl is as unyielding as ever.

"You take what I give you," he growls, teeth bared like an animal against your ear. Nonetheless, you feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Stars burst in your eyes. You are so full, practically bursting at the seam of your cunt where his fat balls rest against the stretched hole.

Slowly, Daryl withdraws, both of you hissing at the drag of his fat cock in your engorged cunt. You may be a bitch in heat but he's every bit the stud that is just as fervent and feral to breed you. His teeth creak as he pulls back completely, leaving just his weeping tip inside of you.

And then he slams home. And again. And again. And again.

With every powerful thrust of his hips, you gasp. Quiet, pleading moans is the limit of your vocal capacity. Mouth dry, the air gets trapped in the back of your throat as your lungs demand their due.

Daryl is unrelenting. His blunt fingernails drag over the skin of your throat, leaving marks in their wake, as he makes way to your mouth.

"This is what you wanted, slut?" He pants into your hair. "Be quiet. Be really fucking quiet unless you want everybody to see what kinda..." He inhales sharply, feeling your walls flutter at the flith dripping from his tongue.

And it shouldn't make you feel the way you feel. Those fucking words just add more accelerant to the fire in the pit of your stomach, spreading it from there and up, over your face. It flames. Your hand helplessly clutches the nearest surface as you attempt to brace yourself against his thrusts and the notion that anyone could see you.

Bent over something or another, dress hiked up to your waist and Daryl's hips pistoning in and out of you at a rapid pace. He didn't bother undressing save for letting his pants hang freely just below his cock and balls. Heavy, fat balls, littered with coarse dark hair, that slap against your cunt and your clit with a resounding smack every time he drives his cock inside of your cunt. The squelching noise it makes is obscene.

Another whine, and your pussy squeezes him once again, blind and hungry for release. You can feel it building steadily, deep within your abdomen.

"Fuck yeah," Daryl growls, "you fuckin' like this, don't 'cha?" He's gotten the hang of it: the dirty talk, he knows exactly how to get under your skin. He's a mean bastard with nothing close to dignity or self-respect. If anyone saw him, rutting into you, little more than two animals, he wouldn't, couldn't stop.

Daryl would stare them down up until his cock swelled and busted, depositing his seed inside your womb.

Your knees feel weak. It's getting harder and harder to keep up with him; seems like every pathetic whimper that leaves your lips only makes him meaner, stronger somehow. The grip of his hand on your hip is bruising. Daryl effectively wears you on his cock, submerging himself into the warm depths of your pulsing cunt over and over.

"Da-Daryl..." You gasp, you moan and you plead.

He doesn't stop. He merely handles you into a different angle, the one that hits that special spot inside of you with every powerful thrust. He is mean, but he is also fair.

"Gonna cream my cock?" He barely makes sense to himself, the words that his dry mouth garbles seem to have a mind of their own. "Gonna be good, girl? C'mon."

"Ah," you want to say yes, you want to affirm, but all that comes out of your mouth are garbled, unintelligible noises of pleasure. But Daryl sees it. It's in the way your arch becomes near-painful, body overtaking your mind. Even the slightest bit of pain blends into hot-blinding pleasure. You don't know where what ends and begins.

It begins somewhere behind your cunt. The contractions start slow and aching, and every punch of his cock to your guts intensifies the feeling tenfold, until every last inch of your cunt is squeezing around him in that same arduous, suckling rhythm. It's like your pussy is nursing at his cock, attempting to suck his life out of him and deposit it into you.

The pleasure is like a wall of fire and water. Your chest blooms with it, but your extremities swarm with pinpricks. Mouth parted in a silent scream, you sway forward, managing to catch yourself on your elbows at the last moment.

The man behind you doesn't care. He's way past caring, having had started chasing his release the moment your cunt enveloped his cock in a vice grip. The meat of it is sensitive and he spends the few inches to the finish line gracelessly mashing it inside of you, accompanied by the sound of wet flesh meeting even wetter, sloppier flesh.

"Take it, fuckin' take it," you hear him gasp through your stupor before that familiar, warm rush floods your cunt. His cock twitches, once, twice, three times, each forceful throb followed up by more and more seed being pumped into the depths of you.

Against your back, Daryl sags and pants out his excerption. Like a dog. His wet nose leaves sweat stains on your back where he nuzzles into you.

Your knees shake as you struggle to hold up his weight, and then your legs completely turn to mush when droplets of his cum escape your cunt as his spent cock slips out. You know you should be worried about stains in unsightly places but somehow, you can't bring yourself to care.

Daryl notices this, of course. His bulk slides off you; you hear him quickly shove himself back into his pants before his ass hits the ground with a loud thud. Next to you, of course, his stubbly, prickly cheek rubbing over the skin of your leg. He places a wet kiss on the inside of your thigh, and then another.

You know the drill. It's hard for him to find words, sometimes, after a scene like that. It's the intensity of it, the forceful ejection of him out of his head where he spends most of the time, that renders him speechless. Daryl is forced to feel - good things. It's not something that he is used to.

Your skirt is still around your waist and the hot sun is shooting lasers directly at your ass and pussy. You've managed to get your bearings enough to feel at least a little self-conscious, a little exposed. Your combined fluid still drip from you and for a split second, you think about pulling up your panties to try and at least somewhat contain the mess.

Right, you sigh to yourself. It makes your exhausted body twitch and sag even more.

Daryl gently pushes away your hand that was attempting to pull the dress over your ass. You freeze; he smiles against your skin, a little closed-lipped grin that makes something warm and fuzzy make a nest inside your chest. That quickly turns into a startled gasp as his fingers glide through the mess of your cunt.

You're spent. Exhausted. So sensitive, his rough skin practically hurts on your hole and clit.

But Daryl gets it. You get him, and he - he gets you. His hot breath fans over your pubic hair and it's all the warning you get before he opens his mouth wide, flattens his tongue and licks. You've made a big mess and there is a lot to take care of, but if there's anything about Daryl that you know, is that he's thorough at what he does.

In no time, he's got his tongue shoved down your cunt as far as it would go, curling against your walls, lapping up his and your cum like your pussy is an all-you-can-eat-buffet and what's inside of it is sugar and spice and everything nice.

But it's not enough. It's not anywhere near your clit, or any other place that could make you produce more of the cream he's feasting on. Idly, you think about who's the real bitch in heat here, but push out your hips to meet his face nonetheless. You can be mean too. If you want to.

I don't know what to say for myself

[luv-unknwn]

Soft Daryl - ♡

♡ how daryl secretly loves when you run your fingers through his hair, nails gently grazing his scalp while he's falling asleep in your lap.

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♡ imagine daryl letting his guard down around you and just letting you hold him. him crying into your shoulder while you rub his back, and he tells you anything and everything about his past.

♡ coming back from a difficult run to see you smiling at him, waiting for him to fall into your arms, completely vulnerable.

♡ the first time he kisses you in front of the group, and he doesn't want to let go, holding you against him for whole minutes never wanting it to end.

♡ "i love ya, y'know that?" "prettiest girl i ever seen" "i'll keep ya safe, honey"

♡ daryl coming back from a run with a beautiful ring, getting down on a knee under the sunset, and asking you to marry him despite the way the world is. "marry me? know the world is shit but long 's i got you dont care how 'nything else turns out"

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a/n: idkk, it's 2 am on my BIRTHDAY and i cant stop thinking about this man like AAAAA anyways just some thoughts im having 🩷 barely proofread cause i dont have time for that agshdgehgd

[devil-in-hiding]

A reference for Dixon in On The Run

if anyone cares

this IS daryl dixon as a dog by the way and i won’t take any arguments

[missmisdemeanor]

What if I just left this here

[fiascobaby]

ITYSL crossovers invade every fandom I enter

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

This scene is so cute I'm gonna throw up

[darylssunshine]

Late Night Impulse

summary: you and sonny fucking in a public bathroom

word count: 1.1k

a/n: he's all I can think about rn I couldn't resist

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The LED “Budlight” sign flickered in your peripheral, but your eyes were fixed on a man in the corner of the bar. It was a little past two in the morning, and no one was in the grimey, down-town bar except for you and the man across the room. You’re pretty sure that even the bartender had fucked off at some point. Normally you would feel uncomfortable in a situation like this, but something about the man was intriguing to you.

His hair was long and tangled looking, but still somehow looked soft to the touch. He had a beard that was as out of control as his brunette hair and was wearing orange tinted sunglasses. He was wearing a leather jacket adorned with dozens of patches that fit him just right, and he was currently casually sitting in the corner of his booth, taking a long drag of his cigarette. Smoke emitted from his nose and mouth as he exhaled, now looking back at you, feeling your gaze on him. You looked away out of embarrassment, and you could hear the man huff in amusement.

After several minutes of contemplation, you proceeded with your plan, now that you were lucky enough that he even acknowledged you. As you slid off your bar stool and stood, he took a long look at you, the sunglasses now propped on the top of his head. He eyed you up and down, taking note of your delicious looking figure, eyebrows raised.

With a jerk of your head, you gestured to the communal bathroom, all while staring at his striking blue eyes.

Without a word, you turned to the bathroom and pushed the door open. Leaning against the far wall, you worried that the man wouldn’t accept the offer and think that you’re a creep looking for a quick fuck. I mean, you did want to get fucked, but not just by anybody. The way his heavy-lidded eyes drank you in just moments ago made you feel something you haven’t felt in a while.

You waited in that exact position for several minutes, and nothing. A feeling of guilt and embarrassment gradually rose inside of your gut, feeling stupid for thinking that a stranger would just blindly take that offer. But as you pushed yourself off the wall to leave, your eyes flicked up to the door, finally opening, revealing the scruffy mess that you were just ogling at. He crossed his arms, leaned against the wall near the door, and smirked. “Hey, doll face.”

You were stunned, eyes now widened.

“Like what ya see? That why ya were starin’?”

You didn’t even realize that your feet were moving you closer to him. “Mhm.”

He watches you, unmoving, when you unbutton your pants and slide them down to the floor, removing them along with your shoes and kicking both to the side. He licked his lips, eyeing your bare thighs.

“Ya want me that bad, huh?”

You nodded shakily, your doe eyes pleading.

He took one last look at your lips before suddenly latching onto them, hungrily adding tongue and biting your lip in the process. The sudden contact had you moaning into the stranger's mouth, Your hands roamed his body, rubbing over his biceps and settling on his firm waist.

You yelped when you felt his rough hands roughly grab your ass and lift you onto the sink counter. Your breathing quickened when you heard the familiar jingling sound of a belt buckle being removed and tossed onto the floor haphazardly. You clasped your hands around the back of his neck, desperate to deepen the touch of the beautiful stranger. Your soft moans echoed throughout the bathroom.

“Where’s that boldness ya had out there, huh?” He grumbled deeply in your ear, thoroughly amused by your reaction to your wants not being immediately fulfilled.

“Yer so goddamn needy.” His voice got impossibly lower and harshly bit your ear lobe.

A whine bubbled up in your throat. He knew exactly what got you going, and he had just met you.

“Name’s Sonny. Beg for it.”

Your eyes could’ve rolled into the back of your head just from that comment alone, or from the way he was slowly lowering your panties just enough to gain access to your aching cunt.

“Sonny, please… please fuck me…” The words died on your tongue, mind fogging up with lust.

“Good fuckin’ girl.”

The waistband of his pants and underwear were then harshly pulled down to his ankles, freeing his hard length. Your eyes were locked in place, shamelessly staring. Especially when he spit on his large, calloused hand and proceeded to stroke himself.

Your chest heaved when he teased your overly-sensitive folds.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin ya.”

A cross between a scream and a moan ripped through you when he relentlessly entered you, taking no time to stretch you out.

White knuckle gripping the marble counter below, you threw your head back in overwhelming pleasure, bordering on pain. His hands gripped the counter right beside yours, his thick cock pounding into you at a dizzying rhythm, using you. Unholy wailing was bouncing off the ceramic tiles.

You were his own personal fuck toy.

“Look at ya, fuckin’ takin’ it. Dirty little whore.”

No thoughts were entering your light-headed brain. Incoherent babbling was the only thing coming out of your cock-drunk mouth.

“Sonny… fuck!” You eventually breathed out.

You gasped when you suddenly felt his lips to your neck, moaning even more at the suction and the eventual teeth. You clenched around him, feeling yourself getting close.

“Sonny… I’m… ah!” You stammered. The only response you got was heavy grunting, signaling that he was also on the precipice. He gripped the wall beside you to brace himself with a harsh smack, startling you in the process.

Your moans of rising decibels sounded throughout the bathroom as he shot hot ropes of cum into your womb. He rode you through your high, his pace slowing.

Once you were done seeing stars, you instinctually rested your head on his chest, body feeling incredibly limp at the moment. Nothing was heard for a long moment except your shared heavy breathing, then you lifted your head with great effort to look him in the eyes. You moved a stray hair out of his eyes and said “Name’s (Y/N), by the way.”

He huffed in amusement and rolled his eyes, carefully pulling out of you and putting his jeans and belt back on.

He then ripped off a singular paper towel and started writing something on it with the pen he had in his jean pocket holding the cap in his mouth while he was doing so. Once he was finished scribbling, he folded the towel, handed it to you with his pointer and middle finger, and strolled out the door.

Brows furrowing, you unfolded the paper towel.

“XXX-XXX-XXXX Call me, sweetheart. Dinner? And, I want to hear you scream my name again. ;)”

[grimesrhees]

Warm Enough for You?

pairing: maggie rhee x fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors DNI

summary: both maggie and reader are in much need of some warmth during the cold winter months.

notes: inspired from drew barrymore by sza and #64 from this smut prompt list x & i guess this is sort of for kinktober too, so enjoy!

Her tongue rolled in your mouth like it belonged there. Your teeth clashed against each other’s the more entangled the two of you became. Lips becoming raw and breaths becoming ragged.

“I’m so cold,” you whispered breathlessly against her parted mouth when you both managed to come up for air.

It was wintertime again and like every year, that inescapable chill in your bones had set in. All you wanted was to feel warm again. To rid yourself of this ache and this was how. Her skin was like fire when it touched you, setting a blaze to your own. You needed her. Now. Little did you know you both needed one another equally, desperately. The same chill, the same ache, occupied Maggie’s bones all year round and had for years.

“Me too,” she drawled back as she released your bottom lip from between her teeth, pecking it gently after.

The tug of a shirt and the whooshing of pants flying off was all that could be heard for a moment before the resuming of wet kisses and growing, needy whimpers. Two lost souls desperate for the warmth and relief connection could give.

Maggie’s icy fingertips explored up and down your body, finding every spot that made you shiver. Shiver in a way that was not from the cold but felt like fireworks exploding on your skin. A thumb pressed just below your belly button. Your breast being massaged as she kissed you even deeper. Her nails lightly digging into your hips as she gripped you closer on her lap.

She flipped you on your back, a whine escaping you from the loss of contact with her lips. Her sweaty palms placed atop your bent knees, slowly spreading them apart.

Maggie leaned forward, putting a hand flat next to your head to balance herself. Her green eyes bore into your own like you were her prey, and she was starving.

Across your sternum and down your stomach her still chilled fingertips trailed, causing you to suck in your breath. Maggie’s eyes followed her own movements until she arrived at the waistband of your underwear. She flicked her eyes back up to meet yours, a half-cocked grin spreading across her face just before she slid her fingers underneath your waistband.

All you could manage was to let out a soft gasp as Maggie’s fingers made contact with your slick folds. The chill of them soon gone and replaced with increased heat between your legs. You bit your lip, nearly drawing blood, when she began using her thumb on your throbbing clit. The ache that once resided in your bones swiftly gone, having moved itself straight to your core. You squirmed around her fingers wanting more. Without even having to say a word, Maggie stopped and rid you of your underwear. She proceeded back up to you, leaning down for a kiss as she effortlessly slipped two fingers inside of you. Your eyes rolled and your back arched into her, moaning into her mouth as her pace quickened. Maggie bit her lip while studying your face, complete pleasure written all over it. She glanced down at her glistening fingers plunging in and out of you and smiled.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” she purred into your ear, causing your hips to buck.

“Mmmm… that so?” you groaned back, while wriggling yourself deeper into her fingers. Pulling Maggie’s face closer to yours again you whispered, “Am I warm enough for you too?” You nipped at her bottom lip and leaned forward to give her soft ass a squeeze.

Maggie faltered in her movements briefly, letting out a whimper at the touch of her behind. She quickly regained her footing and gazed into your now half lidded eyes as she continued on.

“Just perfect, darlin’. Just… perfect,” she breathed out her answer like it was the release she’d been yearning for all those painful years.

[dilfs4lifexo]

yummy 😋