#ill feed you good and love you good just squish meeeeeeeeee

[minihotdog]

He picks you up like you weigh nothing and carries you to your bedroom. His heavy body pressing you into the bed, so much to grab on to when your eyes are rolling back. You’re drooling and gasping at every one of his violent thrusts. His stamina is through the roof. From that moment on you have to start letting him know when you can’t take anymore or he’ll just keep going and going.

I can just imagine the cod boys beefing up on deployment. They’re already big but they come home after 8 months or so and they’ve nearly doubled in muscle mass, a little fat to go with it.

You’re frothing at the mouth when your man comes walking through the door. His usual uniform top clinging for life around his biceps. The fabric struggling to stretch around his body. His pants molded to his thighs.

After months of him being touch starved, nearly nutting at the thought of simply holding you, he gets all the affection and then some when you can’t keep your hands off of him.

He drops his bags down and you just start going off about how big he’s gotten, groping his giant pecs, running your hands all over him.

Eventually he has to start prying your hands off of him because you cannot help yourself.