#bronze's short

[libraryofbronze]

Smut Idea: A woman moves to a secluded home to live with two male roommates far away from sociey as a live in sex toy in order to fulfill all of their sexual fantasies. Everyday and night she is fucked in a new way, leaving her pussy and body unimaginablly red, sore, and stretched. She is their personal whore and nearly constantly in use by one or the other or both or a vast array of fucking toys and tools.

Lyan could hardly remember what it had been like to be a normal girl. It felt like a lifetime ago, like a fading shadow cast by the flickering flames of a dying campfire. Soon to be extinguished by the coming dawn,

There was a cock inside of her. She was bent over, her breasts pressed into the wooden wall of the old house. Her hardened nipples tingled and jolted, each thrusting pressing her against the solid wood. It felt heavenly, the cock was hard and big, filling her up until tears spilled from her eyes. Her pussy hugged it, gripping it tightly even as pleasure roared through her like a torrent. Each thrust, each motion, each grinding penetration filled her mind with fire and cast those early days even more deeply into shadow.

She hadn’t always been such a cock-slut. She hadn’t always been a soaking, dripping mess of a woman. A toy reduced to her most primal functions, her only purpose to serve and please her betters.

No, that was not how she had started life.

Lyan yelped, a crackling orgasm spun through her nubile body. Her pussy twitched, and her master gave a grunt of satisfaction. He filled her up, his seed pouring into her pussy with a flood of heat and warmth. As he pulled out, she sank to her knees. Her chest heaved, rising and falling. Her eyes were wide, her auburn hair in a tangled mess.

“Better get back to the dishes,” the man chuckled. “When Robert gets back, you’ll be punished if they’re not done. And you know we hate to punish you.”

She felt him sweeping from the room, heard the groaning of old floorboards under his weight. Just like that, she’d been used, fucked, filled and left.

Lyan knelt on the floor, her body trembling. Slowly, she ran one hand between her legs. Her labia were a little swollen. She’d been used a lot lately. A tingle of pain marked the contact. As Jason’s seed dripped from her lower lips, she noted she’d have to beg for a break soon.

Jason and Robert were good about giving her breaks when she needed them. They’d fuck her in the ass for a few days and give her time to recover. Lyan pulled herself to her feet. Her legs were still shaking, little sparks of ecstasy danced across her calves and thighs, and she had to lean against the wall, panting and groaning until she was able to stagger back over towards the half-finished dishes. The soapy water had now grown cold, but there was always plenty of power to heat more.

Running out of money was not a thing that either Robert or Jason had to fear. She didn’t know exactly what they did, but they were rich. Richer than rich, really. The kind of people who were so wealthy they didn’t need to flaunt it. They didn’t like to show off. They wore normal clothes and drove practical, rugged cars. They didn’t boast or brag and they certainly never made a big thing of it.

In fact, the only concession to their wealth was the house itself. It was old, a rebuilt farmhouse from the century prior. A forest had grown up around it, enveloping it slowly over time. The two of them had taken it as a personal project, restoring it and stocking it with the very finest of everything. Yes, it was miles and miles from the nearest civilization but when it had literally anything you could ever want on offer, who cared about the drive?

And ‘’anything’’ of course, included Lyan.

When the dishes were done and put away, she went to report to Jason. He was sitting comfortably in the living room, tucked up against a table upon which there sat an expensive-looking laptop. He didn’t spare her a look, and she figured he was probably doing something important. Playing the stocks? Racing horses? Hunting humans for sport?

Lyan realised she really didn’t know what he did for fun.

Besides her, of course.

“The dishes are done, sir,” she took on an appropriately servile tone. Sometimes, she liked to tease. To bait, to taunt them into punishing her. it was always fun when that happened.

She remembered one time she’d done something particularly bad. They had tied her hands above her head, draping them from a hanging rafter. Robert had taken the hot wax to her body, splashing it across her pale skin with quick, sudden motions. Lyan had whimpered, jumping with each searing pinprick. The feeling had been so intense, so quick. When the hot wax had curled about her left nipple, she’d let out a howling cry, but that was nothing to what she felt when Robert intentionally let a bead of it touch her glistening clitoris.

Oh, how she’d shook! How she’d shivered! She’d been begging for forgiveness by then. Her body clenching, her pussy hot and tight and wet.

They had taken turns fucking her for the rest of the night. First in the pussy, then in the ass. Just when both men were spent and she was sure it was finally over, Jason had revealed that he’d brought in a new shipment of toys. A crate - a whole fucking crate - was waiting to torment her until the dawn.

By the end, she’d been dripping, ruined, a total mess on her hands and knees begging her masters for forgiveness.

In the present, Lyan gave a little moan. Her pussy throbbed, a wave of tightness expanded between her legs. The idea of invoking another punishment was tempting…

But she was already aching. She had to pace herself. That was part of The Agreement.

The agreement. Yes. How long ago had that been? Another life, surely? It felt like it had happened to another girl. A normal girl. A girl still in college. A girl who had to worry about qualifications, about jobs, about a future which was so uncertain.

What would that Lyan think now if she could only see her future self?

“You’d best be ready to go the full way if you’re going to start playing with yourself, slut.”

Lyan’s face coloured. She’d gotten too caught up in the past! Her fingers had started to work the bud of her clit, teasing it with delicate touches and feathery caresses as she remembered her past punishments.

“S-sorry sir,” she said. “I can’t help myself….”

“You are forgiven,” Jason waved a magnanimous hand. “It’s what we made you, after all.”

It was true. That was what they had made her. What she had let them make her.

The agreement, an offer of damnation that seemed to spring from her deepest desires. Total submission. Free use, surrender. Her body would no longer be her own. She would cede control to these men, allow them to use her in every way. To fuck her, to humiliate her, to tease her and torment her.

And she loved it all. She lived for it. At twenty-one years old, Lyan was a professional slut. A free-use whore for her owners and any guests that they chose to bring to the small, isolated house. She’d had more sex in the last year than most women had in three. She was trained, submissive, degraded and humiliated.

And she loved every second of it.

[libraryofbronze]

"Obey your body." "Rub yourself." "Feel how wet you are. Run your fingers through it." "This is you. This is all you." She'd been a med student a year ago, hadn't she? It felt so long ago now. Like an eternity. She'd been smart. She'd been going places. Been someone with potential. That had been then.

"Why are you thinking? Thinking isn't for girls. Girls think with their body, with their aching, needy pussy. Is your pussy needy enough? Is it wet enough?" A soft whimper escaped Eva's trembling lips. The collar around her throat - the only thing she was allowed to wear now - held her tight. Her trembling fingers moved in familiar circles, tracing the outline of her pussy and clit, rubbing with a mindless frenzy that made her legs jerk and spasm.

"Men get to think. Men get to make decisions. Men get to be important and wear clothes and run the world. Girls are naked on their knees, edging to hypno like good little sluts." God, her body felt so hot! Like someone had run a live wire through her nerves! She was shaking, her hips arching and her back bending. Little trailing pulses of heat and want and pleasure traced themselves like lava across her skin. Her pussy was drooling. A little puddle of wetness between her legs. Her core fluttered, her fingers were soaked. her clitoris throbbed with every touch and push and gentle motion. She tried to think. Tried to remember anything of the woman she'd been before, but it was draining. Draining away like water from her cupped hands. Each buzz of pleasure, each wave of heat, every little bursting mini-peak took her further and further away. Soon, she wouldn't even know her own name. "You're not a person, you don't need to think. You don't need to know anything at all. You're just a pet. A toy, a thing. A needy slut edging her pussy, kept forever on the verge." The spasms got stronger. Her legs were shaking. The air caught in her chest and she groaned with so much feeling! Just as she was about to do it, just as she was about to cum, Eva snatched her hand back away from her dripping pussy, strands of moisture connected her fingertips to her aching entrance. Her body screamed! Her breathing was hard and fast! So close! She'd been so close! God, fuck, she just wanted to keep going! Keep going forever! But she couldn't. "Edge for us. Edge forever. Keep your drooling cunt moist and wanting. Feel the orgasm you'll never have. Girls don't get to cum. Girls don't get to do anything but live as pretty, mindless pets." Eva gaped, the trembling gradually lessened. The agony of denial spread through her like a sweeping wave of cold and she slumped back down into her bed. For a moment, the only sound was her desperate, ragged breathing. Then the recording flipped back to the beginning. "Start again. Play with your pussy. Let me tell you exactly what your place is in the new world..."

Last year, they were in med school, but with near 24/7 edging and hypnosis, they've become mindless obedient fuck puppies. Soon enough, they'll forget their own names!

[leahsgf]

CUDDLES - lucy bronze

lucy bronze x reader

your girlfriend can’t sleep, and you’re the only fix

lucy sighed softly as she blinked at the alarm clock on her bedside table, and the realisation that yet another hour had passed without her being able to drift off hit her. glancing down at your sleeping frame, a smile creeped onto her face - as you lay in her arms, pretty much out like a light. you had knocked out practically the second your head had hit your pillow (her) and had stayed that way for the last now three hours.

your cheek was pressed firmly against her chest, your mouth hanging open ever so slightly, allowing soft snores (that she adored, and would never dare tell you about) to slip past every now and again. simply just letting her eyes glance over you, even in complete darkness, made her heart flutter, and the way you were sprawled on top of her, with your arms loosely wrapped around her, only made her smile widen - and caused her to wonder how she ended up with someone as effortlessly beautiful as you were - even when dead asleep, you were breathtaking.

there was no denying that lucy was truly and utterly whipped for you - a fact that everybody around her knew, you included. she would do anything for you, without question.

you began to stir the instant that her fingers subconsciously found your hair, and she panicked internally, not wanting to wake you - pulling you tighter into her embrace and moving her hands to rub soothing circles into the curve of your back, praying that you would settle back down again without fuss.

but to no avail.

“luce? what are you doing up?” you grumbled into her, lifting your head slightly as your girlfriend just shushed you and continued to caress your back in response.

“can’t sleep.” she whispered into your hair, placing a kiss there before you nodded, shifting slightly to press your face into the crook of her neck, and peck softly at the skin that was left uncovered by her hoodie. “what time is it?”

“like two.” she sighed.

“god. how long have you been up?” you asked in between kisses, stroking at her arm mindlessly.

“i never fell asleep - couldn’t switch off. dunno why.” she replied, a slight shrug following her words.

“what? baby why didn’t you wake me up?” you suddenly sat up on her lap, pouting and staring into her sleepless eyes, searching for an explanation.

“you looked so peaceful.” she murmured, cupping your cheeks and pulling you back down to meet your lips. “didn’t want to disturb you sweetheart, especially when there’s no reason to.”

“i’d happily have disturbed sleep anytime for you luce. you know that.” you argued gently, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world - a small smile crossing your features as you pulled away from her a little.

“i know darling, you’re too good to me, thank you. well, gimme cuddles, maybe it’ll help.”

“you don’t even have to ask, silly. come here.” you chirped, sleep returning to scratch at your voice as you dropped your head back down into its previous position, resting in her neck. “did you try counting sheep?”

“i don’t think that has ever worked for anyone.” she only grumbled in response, her own tiredness more evident than ever.

“you never know until you try.” you shrugged, causing lucy to sigh in response, before wrapping her arms around your back, and letting herself be completely enveloped by you. the silence that settled between the pair of you lasted no more than a few minutes - her frustrated groan that broke it travelling across the room.

“doesn’t work.”

“just clear your mind, yeah? let all your thoughts and everything just float away. it’s just you and me.” you whispered, remaining still and quiet in hopes that it’d eventually take some influence.

“can we sleep naked? maybe that’s what it is. wanna be close to you. wanna feel your skin.”

“if you think that’ll help babe.” you mumbled, sitting up to pull your lucy’s oversized shirt up and over your head, leaving you almost completely bare in front of your girlfriend.

you watched her intently, searching for any sign of sleep in her eyes, rolling your own when you instead caught her eyeing you up and down hungrily, smirking up at you.

“absolutely not. don’t even think about it. sex isn’t going to work either. it didn’t last time - just got you all riled up, and then neither of us slept. remember how many laps ale made us do that day?”

“well how exactly can you expect me to not want to when you look like that.”

“lucy.” you warned, raising an eyebrow at her before lifting off her to slip off your panties, and mindlessly throwing them across the room - ruling them a problem for the morning. “are you going to strip too or are you just going to stare at me the entire night? this was your idea, remember?”

“alright, alright, fine.” she paused both her staring and complaints about your lack of use of a nickname to pull her own shirt and underwear off, in a speed that was almost impressive.

“if i can’t stare, neither can you, hypocrite.”

“you suck.” you whined, shifting once more to the same position you’d woken up in, sprawled across her - arms clumsily moving to wrap around her.

“its hot in here.” lucy gulped from below you, her signature smirk, that almost always made you melt, returning to spread across her face.

“it’s the middle of january, it’s freezing. you’re just horny, and we’re going to sleep.”

“ugh.” she groaned, lacking the energy to fully tease you and get what she wanted. her arms pulled you impossibly closer into her, her skin flush against your own. the sheer comfort and warmth that radiated off of her made you beam, as you let sleep begin to creep back up on you.

you laid in a comfortable silence for a good while, almost long enough for you to fully drift off, believing that she had too - before you felt her tracing shapes on the bare skin of your back - and the sound of her humming hit your ears.

“will you hum with me?”

“of course.” you chuckled to yourself silently, melting at how much of a dork lucy truly was, despite the front she put on - and how offended she got when you called her that.

you picked up on her tune with ease, this being a rather common occurrence with the two of you, joining in and humming alongside her, only stopping when you noticed that hers had trailed off, and that her eyes had fluttered shut, at last.

“goodnight my love. i love you so much.” you said, so quietly that it was more mouthed, allowing yourself to easily fall back to sleep.

“love you too.” she mumbled into your hair - words so thick with sleep that they sounded more like random sounds.

-

this was actually inspired by a glee fic i read years ago yet still remember, and the fact that i’m also desperate to fall asleep but can’t !!

i’ve got to be up early in the morning to go to liverpool to watch arsenal play (terrified and praying that we aren’t shit) so i will proof read and upload more works on the journey!

hope you enjoyed this - apologies that it’s not my best!

[kurj]

minoan dating sim when?? RIGHT NOW

[mymindcreatedthis]

here for anything Lucy Bronze… please😩🙏🏼

9. Lap Dance

Lucy moans as Ona was grinding against her lap teasing her and making her wet. The room was dim, they were in the back room of the club. Loud music playing and the alcohol taking over.

Ona smiles and looks back at Lucy. “Come on Luce. Let’s go find somewhere more private. I wanna reward you.”

Lucy Wastes no time and follows Ona somewhere more private. They find a room and go in, Ona smiles and kisses Lucy. Lucy is shocked at first but starts kissing back.

Ona smiles and breaks the kiss. “Take off your shirt, panties and underwear Luce.”

Lucy blushes darkly snd does as Ona requests and takes off her shirt, pants and underwear. Ona does the same, Ona strips her pants and underwear and sets them off to the side.

Lucy bites her lip and checks out Ona’s ass as she locks the door. Ona giggles and gives her ass a shake as she sees Lucy checking out her ass.

Ona smiles and walks back over to Lucy and makes Lucy sit on the bed. Ona bites her lip, she turns her back to lucy and sits on Lucy’s lap. Lucy bites her lip and moans as she feel Ona’s juices against her folds.

“Mm you're soaking wet baby." Lucy moans.

"Mm fuck Luce so are you." Ona moans.

They both moan as Ona slowly grinds her pussy against Lucy’s

"Mmm f-fuck." Lucy moan’s she leans her head back and close her eyes. Ona moans and keeps going.

"Fuck Ona your ass looks amazing." Lucy moans.

Lucy moans in pleasure and spank Ona’s ass.

Ona moans as Lucy spanks her ass and grinds her pussy against Lucy’s faster and faster.

"Ugh fuck. Feels so good." Ona moans in pleasure.

They both moan in pleasure from the friction. They were both soaking wet. Fuck this felt so fucking good the urge to cum was getting stronger.

"Fuck I'm gonna squirt." Ona moans.

"Ugh me too." Lucy moans.

They both moan loudly in pleasure and squirt at the same time. Lucy bites her lip as she feels Ona’s juices on her abs, pussy and thighs.

"Fuck Ona baby I'm close." Lucy moans in pleasure.

"Ugh me too." Ona moans.

Lucy moans as she feels that familiar knot forming in her stomach. Lucy can't take it anymore and let’s go. Ona and Lucy moan in pleasure and cum at the same time. Their legs shake and buckle in pleasure as they both reach their release.

They both moan as Ona slowly grinds her pussy against Lucy’s helping them ride out their highs. Ona giggles as she turns around and kisses Lucy. Lucy smiles against her lips and kiss back.

Ona breaks the kiss and rest her head against Lucy’s. "Fuck that felt really good." She cutely pants trying to catch her breath.

Lucy giggles and kiss her again. "It did feel good. Mm you looked so sexy working those hips and that ass. Grinding your pussy against mine." Lucy says.

Lucy smiles and spank her ass one last time before she gets off her. “We should join the girls before they start asking questions and wondering where we are.” Ona says.

They get dressed. Lucy smiles and they walk back to the girls Hand in Hand.

[libraryofbronze]

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? You asked." The rough wood of the table pressed against your smooth skin. You tried to whimper around the cloth gag which had been forced roughly into your mouth. Tape held it in place, and you could taste it resting against your tongue. Ropes bound you tight to the frame of the table, two more held your ankles open, each one anchored tight to one of the wooden legs. Your arms twisted painfully behind your back and your pussy was exposed to the open air, glinting and wet. "Mmmf! Mmmfff!"

There were no words. You couldn't speak. You couldn't protest. You couldn't even turn around. "You wanted this. Don't think I didn't know. Didn't see. You've been such a little slut lately. You knew you were going to get punished. This is it." The first slap was hard and brutal. Your body jerked! A spasm passed through you like lightning and tears sprang to your eyes. "God, look at you twitch! And you're so wet too! And you like to pretend you're in any way pure?" More slaps rained down. hard. Fast. Relentless. Your body trembled and shook. Your skin stung; your pussy flared with the impacts. Pain lanced and danced and dripped through your nerves until you wanted to scream. But the gag kept you from doing that. When it finally came to an end, you were left gasping, moaning through the gag as you tried to catch your breath. Your head was spinning. Your thoughts were scattered. How long had it been? His cock was next. You felt it pressing against you, splaying your lower lips. Rounded, hard, so, so, long. Fuck! He didn't even give you time to prepare. You felt your body stretch, felt him force his way into you. A heartfelt little groan moved to your lips and died on your gag. Your muscles tightened and your strained. But that only made it all the more intense. Inch by inch, he filled you up. You squirmed and writhed on his shaft. He was fucking you, fucking you like the toy you'd made yourself into. It was so good. So good you could barely think. His powerful thrusts shook your body. Your muscles coiled, your core pressed eagerly into his shaft. As his rough motions stimulated your clit, you started to gasp and cry. Pleasure. Pleasure, humiliation, desire all spiralled through you and twisted like a blade! Your body shuddered. Your pussy clenched. He gave a low groan of satisfaction and his hand thundered down to slap your ass! You felt him pulse inside of you and a moment later, a warm wetness filled your aching pussy. He'd filled you up. Filled you to the brim and as he withdrew - sticky strands connecting his cock to your dripping pussy - you knew he'd be doing this for hours.

Just bend me over a table and play with my pussy. Finger it, fuck it, slap it, overstim it, fill it with cum and then leave me looking like a whimpering slutty mess <3

Is that too much to ask for?

[loopyarts]

I sometimes think about and ponder on how Bruce is such an overprotective yet mostly well meaning parent towards Dick. Yet Bruce is also the type of parent who fails to realise that their kid has grown up and can look after themselves and doesn’t need them for protection and guidance anymore. 

Dick and Bruce are both control freaks but for different reasons. Bruce is a control freak because he thinks that as long as he is in control of the situation that means he can protect the ones he loves from harm or losing them altogether. Because when his parents died he had no control over that. He felt powerless that he couldn’t do nothing to prevent it. Even though he was just a helpless little 8-9 year old boy who could do nothing but stand there watching helplessly as it played out before his very eyes.

While Dick is a control freak for the opposite reasons to Bruce. He needs to stay in control of himself and not let others tell him what to do and values his freedom his independence if that makes sense. All his life even with his own parents he was excepted to do as he was told, like how most children do. He wasn’t listened to in his own mind he felt responsible for his own parents death depending on the version it was because he didn’t tell them about stranger threatening Mr Haly or in some tellings he wasn’t listen to by his parents. He had no one to turn to really and much like Bruce he was just a powerless little boy. Who nobody truly heard, Dick Grayson to the world was just a child and therefore had no voice.

The only person who truly heard Dick’s voice was Bruce Wayne who saw himself in the young boy and knew the only way to save this boy from becoming like him was to get him his justice and put Dick Grayson parents killer behind bars. He became like a second father towards the young lad, family, the dynamic duo crime fighters of Gotham. Which is why Dick was able to heal and move on mostly from the loss of his parents because unlike Bruce. He had someone to fill the void that was lost when his parents died. Bruce Wayne the Batman because like a father to him a second father, in a way he was Dick light shining hope in the darkest part of his life. It’s so important to Dick development as a character and without it he wouldn’t be the same person he is today and it’s also so important that Dick time as Robin was a pretty happy one as well.

Both Bruce and Dick saved each other just by becoming each other new family. Bruce didn’t need anything from Dick all he needs from him is to just exist to remind him why he does what he does.

So imagine the hurt Dick must feel as a young adult. That his second father who heard his voice and listen to him all those years ago. Is now not listening to his voice really anymore or respecting his decisions as a young adult a man in his own right. While it comes from a place of good intentions. Dick cannot help but feel he is still seen and viewed as just a little boy by him and the crushing feeling of never truly living up to his expectations and the shadow that the Bat casts onto him. When will he ever be good enough to finally be taken seriously by him as his own man. Dick coming of age story is about finding one self in the world and crafting out his own legacy and what being a superhero means to him and him alone.

While it wasn’t Bruce intention, he did in fact put pressure onto Dick even though he doesn’t want him grow up to be like him. He values him so highly and he is glad that he grew up to be a much better man than he will ever be. He loves his surrogate son so much but with that comes fear. Like any parent he cannot help but worry for Dick future and the decisions that he makes as an adult and he will state his opinion on what he thinks of said decisions Dick makes in his life. He didn’t approve of Dick dropping out of college which caused some tension between the two of them for a good bit.

I always found Batman #330 original released in September 11th 1980 really interesting because of how Lucius fox and his son Tim Jace fox comes into play in that story Bruce compares himself to Lucius while Tim to Dick and how he cannot understand why would in he in Bruce’s eyes be throwing away his future. So when Bruce is talking all this nonsense to Tim he wasn’t actually speaking to Tim rather it’s the things he wanted to say to Dick.

Dick probably understood at that point that this was never about Tim or the thugs rather it was about Bruce who took out his own frustrations with Dick by projecting them onto Tim and the thug members. The themes and parallels to a father that being Lucius and his son Tim to Bruce and Dick within that comic book story makes it so painfully clear to me. It was about a Father who was upset with his son life choices for his future and only wants what is best for him even if he isn’t going about it in the best way possible.

The biggest hurdle for Dick and Bruce relationship as surrogate father and son is miscommunication and how the other isn’t willing to listen to the other. Bruce is the parent who always think he knows what is best which is not always the case which leads to him fighting with Dick all the time because he is blinded by the idea that his adult son might know better then him and stubbornly refuses to budge on that for a stupidly long time.

[bisupergirl]

tell me supergirl enjoyers:

[22plus15]

so much going on here 😭

[wosobronze]

this just came up on my insta and why is it exactly what i picture going on inside her head😭😭

[illiad-von-bun]

made these to try to figure out how I want to draw this guy, I think I got it 👍

[libraryofbronze]

"I've been wanting to do this for so long!" Her body clenched against his cock; the soft tightness of her pussy squeezed him with utter desperation. Low, grunting moans echoed from her throat. Every thrust of his hips made her drip and whimper. He loved it. He loved the sound of her need, so raw and jagged. The most natural and beautiful sound a woman could make. Her blonde hair was a mess now. The spiky, bratty haircut she'd teased him with was ruined. Lying on her back, her legs spread, her eyes clenched shut, she was an utter image of submission. Fuck, it made his cock hard! He picked up the pace, one hand on her thigh, one on her waist. His ears were full of the sounds of her gasping moans. Her body constricted, holding him tightly like she never wanted to let go.

"Ever since I saw you, I knew you were absolutely perfect! Just feel how tight you are! You're soaked through! It's like nothing in the world matters to you more than my cock."

She tried to say something. Maybe. It was hard to be sure. Spasms of heat and tightness curled in his belly, his cock filled her, pumping her, fucking the words out of her before she could even reach for them. She didn't have to speak. Not for this.

She was a trembling less mess and that was how he liked her. No more brattiness. No more teasing. No more little winks or games or seductive little gestures. She'd had her fun and now it was time for his.

His face was gorgeous. Her skin had turned a crimson shade, the motion of her body made her breasts dance. her little red nipples were so hard. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was open. Gasping. Moaning. Panting like an animal.

A spasm rippled through his body. His cries joined hers. Loud, needy. Her body clenched around him, drawing him deeper into her. His hands moved to her breasts - to her tits - and his cock filled her pussy. He felt her squirm under him, her legs locked around him. Silently, they begged him never to stop. To fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until she had no thoughts left.

She needed this. They both needed this. With a final moan, he came inside of her. His cock throbbed, and he filled her up. Her back arched, pressing towards him with a hungry want. Her pussy fluttered around him, drinking his cum even as it overflowed and dripped from her lower lips. Her gasping, heaving breaths grew deeper, and his thrusts became slower, more sensual.

He knew her body well. They'd done this before and as she finally relaxed back onto the body and her eyes flickered open, he gave her a small, tight smirk.

"First round to you," he said. "But I can make you cum twice as hard as you just did with me."

“I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I saw you” as I pump your hole full of cum

[annamaryllis]

this is honestly one of the sweetest things he's ever said to her imo

[iconpsds]

Sabrina Carpenter + Taylor Swift

like/reblog if using

[bronzeys]

thank you Dayana for giving us Lucy’s arms in HD🙇‍♀️

[cronchyradish]

anyways goblin shark woman. ALSO INVOLVES TOXIC YURI!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

she doesnt have a name yet i just call her ‘Mama’ cus shes the mother of two other ocs. Scorpion, who is from Aya’s story, and Navy, who is the secondary main of Story B. They’re half brothers