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maybanksprincess · 2 months ago

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thigh riding.

warnings: thigh riding, fingers in mouth, kissing, jj cumming in his boxers, palming, tiny aftercare at the end.

summary: jj cums in his boxers to his pretty girlfriend riding his thigh <3

requested by this ask, (thank you anon!🤍)

it was 9:56 on a saturday night. your at jjs house and you had grown bored several hours ago. you were sick of scrolling on ur phone and seeing peoples instagram posts about their boring life.

you look over at your boyfriend in his gaming chair. he's wearing a wife beater and some grey sweatpants, his foot tapping the floor, softly drumming against the wood of the floorboard.

you can't help but bite your lip as you look at him, the way his arms flex, along his hands quickly pressing the buttons on his controller. you catch yourself pressing your thighs together in attempt to get some relief from the throbbing on your core.

you would've said something way sooner about wanting attention, but you couldn't bring yourself to draw your eyes away from how sexy he looked playing his video games.

you decide you want some attention, so you stand up, adjusting your shorts and then walking over to his gaming chair where his setup is.

He has his computer screen on the desk, along with a keyboard with crumbs of weed on it, (of course). Theres a joint, freshly rolled, beside his mouse.

you take a seat on his lap, straddling his thigh, and wrapping your arms around his neck. You bury your face in his shoulder and try to forget about the ache between your legs.

JJ immediately pauses his game, turning his attention to you, and setting down his controller on the messy desk.

"hey baby, what's wrong?" he asks in that raspy voice that never fails to turn you on. he looks at you with those baby blue eyes that make your heart race and your thighs clench.

"jus' wanted to be held..." you mumble, a little pout forming on your lips.

he can see the way your thighs clench as you look at his arms, and his lips involuntarily curve into a smirk. "yeah? you jus' wanted some attention, huh baby?" he can already feel his cock start to stir in his pants, and he shifts around, trying to get comfortable with you sitting on his leg all pretty like that.

in the process of him shifting around, his knee bumps up to your core, your eyes fly open and go wide, a high-pitched moan falling from your lips suddenly.

his smirk grows even wider "did that feel good mama?" he already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it out of your mouth.

you nod and start to ground your pussy on his thigh, the wetness in your panties starting to seep through onto his grey sweatpants.

jj groans at the sight, "mm your gettin' so messy f' me baby. keep riding my thigh. mhm jus' like that" he bites his lip to keep himself from pathetically groaning at the sight of you riding his thigh.

he reaches over with the hand that isnt on your waist to palm himself through his sweatpants. his eyes roll back, and he thinks about how good it would feel to be inside of you.

he starts to hear your breathing get heavier, your movements more frantic. "are you close baby?" he asks in that soft voice, gently tracing his veiny fingers along your thigh.

you nod, and your eyes roll back as you continue to ride his thigh. you can feel the pressure in your core building up and his sweet praises have you at the very edge.

"cmon sweet girl, 's okay. you gonna cum f' me?" he asks while using one hand to brush your hair away from your damp forehead, pushing your hair gently behind your shoulders. he sticks his two long digits into your mouth to help with the pressure.

at his praise, and warm fingers gently weighing on your tongue, the pressure in your stomach snaps, and your orgasm rips through.

at the sight of you riding out your orgasm, and the feel of your warm cum coating his thigh, his cock twitches in his pants and he cums, shooting thick ropes of white cum in his black calvin cleins.

he groans softly, still caressing your thigh, gently squeezing the flesh.

after a few moments of silence, he speaks. "you good baby?"

you continue to pant softly, mumbling out a soft "mhm"

he nods, and turns off his gaming device, and scooping you up in his arms. he carries you over to his bed and you two cuddle for the night <3

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kiaraac · 17 days ago

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BABES LOOKS SO HOT IN THIS WTF

me when people I wanna be friends with so bad answer my texts (I ate🤪)

creds to @lukethorton for taking this horrible picture?

#princessthorntonx #obx rp #random leonie thoughts #obx #kiaraac #rafe cameron rp #sarah cameron rp #john b rp #jj maybank rp #outer banks

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rafestify · 2 months ago

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Beach Fight and Tides of Forgiveness — Rafe Cameron

Summary : Y/N and Rafe confront their painful past after a chaotic beach fight between Y/N and Ruthie but begin to reconnect, exploring the possibility of a hopeful future together.

Rafe Cameron x Ex!Reader (season 4 spoiler alert!)

Warning : Swearing (english is not my first language)

A/N : Probably the longest fic I've ever written so far, it's like around 2.3k ish, and i think this was a request from @dkjndfnmdfmdmnd , hope u like it 🩵

For us Pogues, the beach wasn’t just a place to visit—it was like our second home, a refuge where we felt truly ourselves. The salty breeze, the endless horizon, and the warmth of the sand beneath our feet brought a kind of peace that was hard to find anywhere else. The sound of waves crashing and seagulls chirping in the distance seemed to wash away our worries, making everything feel better, if only for a little while. There's nothing better than a day off with the people you love the most, in a place that feels like home—the beach.

“Don’t you just immediately feel like everything’s better at the beach?” Kie said, her gaze sweeping across the shoreline as she took in the sun, sand, and waves.

I nodded in silent agreement, sharing the same unspoken understanding that nothing compared to the serenity of the ocean. Together, we began setting up the chairs and cool box, the salty breeze tugging at our hair as the waves crashed in the distance. “Let’s get these boards off!” JJ exclaimed with excitement, his eyes gleaming as he headed toward the Twinkie to unload the surfboards, ready to dive into the thrill of the surf.

“What the hell?” I muttered under my breath, catching sight of Topper and his friends’ trucks rolling toward us, their engines rumbling louder as they approached. “You’re joking,” Sarah sighed, exasperation clear in her voice as she rolled her eyes at the unwelcome sight. “Don’t stop,” JJ mumbled, focused on untying the ropes securing our surfboards to the top of the Twinkie, clearly determined not to let their arrival ruin our plans. “Anywhere but here,” Kie added with a frustrated tone, her eyes narrowing as she watched them close in, the tension in the air thickening with every second.

“Great, just the perfect time,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes as their trucks came to a halt and parked just a few meters away from us. The sudden noise and presence of Topper and his friends felt like a dark cloud looming over our sunny day, threatening to ruin the fun we had planned.

“Let’s go, baby!” The voice rang out, unmistakable and familiar, stirring a rush of memories within me. The one that used to comfort me in moments of doubt, the one that whispered soothing words to ease my fears. Rafe Cameron had a way of making everything feel right, his presence a warm embrace that felt like home. I turned to locate the source of the voice, and our eyes met—his striking blue gaze locking onto mine. The moment stretched, the world around us fading away as the connection lingered just a heartbeat too long. All of a sudden, Topper strode toward us with an air of confidence. “Sunshine's coming,” JJ remarked, earning an exasperated sigh from John B as he stepped closer to him. Though I couldn’t quite hear their conversation, they appeared surprisingly relaxed, exchanging easy banter that contrasted with the tension in the air.

We all surfed the waves together, and it felt utterly exhilarating. After months spent chasing the elusive City of Gold, finally engaging in something I was truly passionate about was a refreshing escape. The thrill of surfing, the salty spray of the ocean, and the laughter of friends combined to create a blissful sense of freedom that was simply amazing.

After surfing for what felt like hours, I made my way back to the shore, slipping into my denim shorts. “Guys, there’s a turtle hatch!” Kie exclaimed, her excitement palpable. “Y/N, look!” I rushed over to her, my heart racing as I squealed, “Oh my god!” In awe, I added, “They’re so tiny!” Sarah and I echoed each other, our voices filled with wonder at the sight of the adorable little turtles making their way to the ocean. I have always had a deep love for sea creatures, particularly turtles and dolphins. This passion is what drew Kie and me together, as we bonded over our shared fascination for the ocean's incredible inhabitants.

As we helped the tiny turtles by creating paths for them to reach the ocean, the sudden roar of a truck engine interrupted our focus. My gaze shifted to Topper’s girlfriend, Ruthie, at the wheel, with Topper himself lounging in the passenger seat. “Hey, stop! There’s a hatch!” I yelled, desperation lacing my voice. “Stop!” Kie added, jumping up and waving her arms frantically. “Guys, stop!” I shouted again, but the truck only sped up, closing the distance between us. In a split second, Sarah yanked me out of the way just as the truck barreled past, sending me tumbling into the sand with a startled grunt.

“Are you okay?” Sarah, Kie, and JJ asked in unison. I managed a quiet “I'm fine,” but a sinking feeling twisted in my stomach as I noticed the truck circling around again, this time picking up speed. Panic surged through me, and I jumped to my feet. “Stop! There’s a hatch!” I yelled, but my voice was swallowed by the roar of the engine as they barreled over the paths we had painstakingly created for the turtles. “No, no, no…no!” I gasped, horror washing over me as I watched the truck crush a few of the fragile creatures beneath its wheels. My heart raced as I rushed toward them, my pulse pounding in my ears. Kie knelt beside a turtle with a shattered shell, its life flickering away. “Fucking psycho,” she muttered, her eyes brimming with anger and sorrow. I felt a fire ignite within me, furious at their reckless disregard. Ignoring my friends’ calls, I stormed over to where they stood, determined to confront them.

“Look what you did!” I shouted, cradling the lifeless turtles in my hands. “Do you think this is okay?” Ruthie stole a quick glance at the broken shells before quickly averting her eyes. “No, look at it!” I protested, my voice rising with anger. “You drove right over a turtle hatch, you idiots!” Rafe stood beside Topper, who tried to diffuse the situation. “I understand you're upset, Y/N,” he said, his tone calm but unhelpful. I hadn't even noticed my friends were behind me, their expressions mirroring my shock and frustration. “I’m more than upset, Topper” I shot back, feeling the heat of my anger.

“Look, it was only one,” Ruthie interjected dismissively, shrugging as if it didn’t matter. “I mean, there are so many more of them,” she pointed out, trying to minimize the damage. “You know what? You should just throw that to the seagulls,” she added with a mocking tone. “Cycle of life, right?”

My breath quickened as rage boiled within me, and I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed her hard, and just as she prepared to retaliate, Rafe stepped in between us, his presence a barrier against her aggression.

“Stop,” he said firmly, pushing Ruthie’s arm away before she could retaliate. He turned to me, his eyes softening slightly. “There’s something seriously wrong with you people,” I shot back, turning on my heel and striding away, handing Sarah the lifeless turtle.

“That’s right, go back to your side, bitch! You don’t belong with us anymore!” Ruthie shouted, her words laced with venom.

That was the final straw. Rage coursed through me, boiling over as I stormed toward her, every ounce of frustration and hurt fueling my movements. Without thinking, I swung my fist and connected hard with her jaw. The impact reverberated through me, and for a heartbeat, everything froze—the shocked look on Ruthie's face, the collective gasps of my friends.

She recovered quickly, her eyes blazing with anger. Without hesitation, she lunged at me, landing a swift punch that connected with my nose. The sharp pain shot through my face, and I felt warm blood begin to trickle down. I stumbled back, shocked by the sudden turn of events, my hands instinctively going to my face. John B tried to step in, attempting to intervene but Rafe was a lot quicker than him.

“Control your crazy bitch, Top!” Rafe said, his gaze locked onto me with a mix of concern and frustration. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softening.

“Like you care,” I shot back, my frustration boiling over. Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and stormed off, seeking refuge at my secret spot on the beach alone.

I perched on top of a massive rock, my knees drawn to my chest as I hugged them tightly, listening to the soothing sound of the waves crashing below. This spot was my sanctuary, the place I retreated to whenever I felt at my lowest. It never failed to calm me, wrapping me in a cocoon of peace. Suddenly, I sensed someone behind me. I turned to find Rafe standing there, his silhouette framed by the fading light. He climbed onto the rock and settled beside me.

“I didn’t give you permission to sit here,” I protested weakly, trying to maintain some semblance of defiance.

“It’s a public place,” he replied, his voice steady as he leaned back against the rock.

I fell silent, my gaze drifting to the horizon as the sun dipped lower in the sky, lost in a swirl of memories and thoughts. “How did you know I’d be here?” I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He turned to me, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “We used to come here together, remember? You told me it was your favorite spot.” A sigh escaped me, heavy with longing. God, I missed those days—when everything felt simpler and the weight of the world was lighter.

“Here,” he said, breaking through my thoughts as he handed me a tissue for my bloody nose. I took it, our fingers brushing briefly. “Thanks,” I murmured, grateful for the gesture and the warmth of his presence.

“That was a pretty great punch, by the way,” Rafe said, a playful grin breaking through the tension. The corners of my mouth turned upward, and I let out a small chuckle, the sound echoing against the backdrop of crashing waves. We fell into a silence that felt strangely comfortable— not awkward at all. Despite the distance that had grown between us since our breakup, I still felt an undeniable sense of safety around him, as if we were wrapped in a bubble of shared history.

“I missed you, Y/N,” he confessed suddenly, his voice steady yet vulnerable.

My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to look at him, shock flickering across my face. This was the moment I hadn’t expected, the admission I had longed to hear but feared would never come.

“I missed you too, Rafe,” I sighed, the words flowing out of me, heavy with unspoken feelings and memories of our laughter, our late-night talks, and the way he could make me feel like the only person in the world. “I’m sorry for what I did to you,” he continued, his expression earnest, his gaze unwavering.

“I’m clean now, Y/N. Haven’t touched those shits for almost five months.”

“Really?” I asked, my disbelief melting into pride. I felt a swell of admiration for his strength and determination, and it made my heart ache a little.

He nodded, a flicker of vulnerability dancing in his eyes. “Yeah, I realized I couldn’t keep dragging you into my mess. I needed to change— for myself and for you.”

“I’m so proud of you, Rafe,” I said, my voice warm and genuine. I reached out, resting my hand on his for a brief moment, feeling the warmth radiate between us. A smile broke across his face, illuminating his features. “I did it all so I could be better for you,” he admitted, his sincerity wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. The air between us crackled with unspoken possibilities, and for a moment, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like to rekindle the bond we once had.

“Can we at least try to work things out?” he asked, his gaze steady and hopeful. I paused, contemplating his words. He may have been a jerk to everyone else, but with me, he was sweet, protective, and loyal. The thought stirred something deep within me, a flicker of hope in the depths of my heart. “I’m not ready to be in a relationship again, Rafe—maybe just for now,” I finally replied, my voice softer than before. The truth of my feelings hung in the air, vulnerable and raw.

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, a reassuring smile breaking through his earlier concern. “We’ll take things slow. I’ll wait until you’re ready, alright?” The sincerity in his eyes made my heart flutter, a mix of apprehension and excitement dancing in my chest.

“Okay,” I smiled, a sense of warmth washing over me.

“Okay?” he repeated, his eyes lighting up with hope.

“Yeah, okay. We’ll take things slow,” I confirmed, feeling a rush of relief and anticipation. Rafe’s smile widened, and in that moment, it felt like we were stepping into a new chapter together, one where the past could fade into the background while we explored the potential of the future. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I leaned my head on his shoulder. The gentle sound of the waves lapping against the shore filled the air, creating a soothing rhythm that matched the beating of my heart. The warmth of his presence enveloped me, and I closed my eyes, letting the moment wash over me.

For the first time in a long time, I felt hope stirring within me, a belief that perhaps we could find our way back to each other, not as we were before, but as something new and beautiful.

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kiaraac · 13 days ago

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had sm fun tonight other than SOMEBODY having the nerve to drag me out…

@princesssarahcam @pope4life @rcameronofficial @sisi-heyward @johnbwas-here @jjmaybanksurfingggg @rubyroutledge29 @sleepinggbbeauty 💕🫶🏼

so glad kooks and pogues can be on one side of the island at the same time!

#jj maybank rp #john b rp #sarah cameron rp #rafe cameron rp #outer banks #rafe cameron #kiara carrera rp #kie carrera #kie🐢#kiara carrera

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baebankz · 7 days ago

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thigh fucking

Summary: since jj is always in control you thought it was a good idea to please him in a way you have always dreamt of. letting you fuck him with your thighs.

warnings : smut, spitting, arousal, explicit language, warnings: smut, spitting, arousal, explicit language. thigh fucking. kissing, mature content 18+.

domfem x submale

disclaimer: This is my first smut, lmk how i did and idk how long this acc is but ik it’s quite long.

have fun.

It was currently 10:54pm on a Friday night and you had just gotten on your pyjamas after a quick night shower. They were not covering much, but this was always the best choice of clothing when it’s summer in the outer-banks. You huffed as you fanned yourself with a pice of paper sitting on your desk as you made you way to edge of your bed, picking up your phone with your free hand.

“come on” you gritted to yourself

JJ was meant to be coming over tonight. You both thought it was the best time to spend time together alone since your friends never really gave you that space and have severe attachment issues, and well, your parents are currently on holiday, therefore you thought a win is a win.

Shortly after, you heard your phone ding. Your head immediately popped up from your desk that you had been sitting at while scrolling through your laptop trying to find new summer dresses on different websites. You groaned as you stretched your body to the side of the bed your phone was laying on and opened your phone to see one message from JJ.

You smiled as you read the message

JJ: I’ll be 5 minutes baby

“Took you long enough” you muttered to yourself, you sighed as you dropped your phone again, not even bothering to reply to him. As you continued to shop, getting bored of the website you had been looking on. You heard your front door close, you immediately shook the feeling of unease off when you remembered it was almost definitely JJ.He always let himself in when your parents weren’t in, he claimed your house as his second home, and your parents claimed him as a second child. They loved him, probably because he put on a sweet lovesick puppy show in-front of them for you.But behind closed doors, he was definitely something else.

You didn’t bother to get up from your seat, you just waited for JJ to open your door and barge on your bed, making himself comfy.

But instead he opened the door and slowly walked through it, a massive grin on his face as his eyes lit up to see you. He was wearing a plain white time top. and some grey joggers.

Fuck.

You turned your attention to his face. Spinning yourself on your chair as you smiled at him. He dropped his bag and walked over to you. It seemed he had already took his shoes of downstairs, Good boy.

You lifted yourself up and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and his face was suddenly buried in the crook of your neck. You could feel his hot breath against your skin as he held you tightly, his hands roaming everywhere, he rests his hands underneath your bottom.

“hi baby” he breaths against your neck as he leaves a wet kiss on your shoulder

Your arms that were wrapped around his neck soon made their way to his hair, tugging at his hair which made him let out a groan. A groan that you could never get tired of hearing.

It made your legs buckle

JJ was a lot taller than you, which made it easy to hold you in place. He then picked you up and walked over to the edge of the bed. Where he sat down and placed you on his lap, hooking your legs against his hand so he could split them apart to sit on the outside of his thighs.

“You look so handsome” You murmur to him as your hands cup his face.

JJ’s eyes immediately melt. He feels vulnerable in a sense of a way that he’s trapped, But trapped in a way he doesn’t want to escape.

“Say that again” he asks, him bitting his lip as he drops his head into your half covered boobs. He’s proud of himself for not touching them yet, on a normal daily basis within 10 seconds of seeing you he would’ve lapped his tongue around them. But for some reason, he feels as if he can’t move, He feels like…

you’ve got full control over him.

“your so handsome, such a pretty boy” you whisper against his ear as you trail your finger up his toned biceps.

oh they were so fucking sexy.

JJ immediately got chills, he felt blood rush through his body and his mouth gaped open, like he was waiting for you to shove your fingers into his mouth, He wanted you, there was so many signs to show it.

“What’s the matter, hmm? Your getting so flustered when all i’m doing is calling you handsome..” you innocently smile as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. Your chest now pressed up against his.

He groans, his mouth moving closer to yours. He wants a kiss.

You smile as you connect your lips with his. Ruffling his hair up with your fingertips, earning a small whimper from his mouth,

Oh, how that turned you on.

You kissed him harder as his hands found way to cup your ass.You slightly bucked your hips on-top of his lap, which made you moan into his mouth as he whimpered again. It’s normally him in control when it comes to situations like this, but you wanted to try and be the one to please him for a change, you wanted to see how submissive he can be.

“Let me make you feel good, handsome” you breath against kisses, still feeling slightly hot from the friction below you.

“please” he whimpers. His hand immediately going to the waistband of your shorts. Your natural instinct to roughly move his hand away. You looked at him with big eyes as you smiled and pushed his chest down, so now that he’s laying on the bed with his back.

“Let me do it the way i want to, for a change” you demand as you look into his eyes. JJ was way to flustered in his own desire to disagree, he loved this, seeing you all in control while he was getting hot and bothered within the minutes counting down. He nodded, to occupied with your pretty face to speak, his hand went to cup it. His thumb stroking against your cheek.

You smiled softly, you were so in-love with him.

“What do you want to do to me, beautiful?” he manages to breath out in a quiet voice. Your push clenched at his words. And he could feel it against his aching bulge.

Your smirked as began to take his T-shirt off for him, him obeying well and lifting himself up to give you easier access. “You wanna know, baby?” you question as you bite your lip, removing your thin right top from your body, making your breasts spring free.

JJ’s eyes glistened, you could’ve swore abit of dripple came out of his mouth. His hand immediately comes to palm your breasts, circling his thumb against your hard nipple. It made your head fall back as you licked your lip. JJ was now on the verge of crying. He wanted to flip you over and fuck you so badly, until you were seeing starships. But oh how badly he wanted you to take care of him.

“yes please, mama… don’t make me wait any longer, please.” he pleaded, now both thumbs on both breasts.

“I’m not going to make you wait any longer baby, i don’t want to make this… hard for you” you joked as you looked down. The dark red tip of his cock had pushed itself out of the waist band oh his joggers, a slight bit of precum staining the rim.

You shuffled to the side so you could remove both his boxers and joggers, along with your shorts. You threw your shorts towards JJ’s face. A whole of one of the legs caught around his nose. He whimpered. He would smell the wetness.

“please mama” he begged

you climbed on his lap again. his long shaft hitting his belly button. Your mouth watered.

“how about this” you started, giving him a few kisses on his lips which he returned sloppily.

“i want to fuck you with my thighs, is that okay with you?” you ask, tilting your head to the side as you smile. It made JJ fold every time.

He groaned at your words, his hips shifting upwards to meet any friction he could find

“mama, please, do anything to me..” he whimpered. his fingers brushing against your side. He knew if he took control you wouldn’t speak to him, he knew how to be good. Sometimes…

“ You want me to be on-top… or can i trust you to do it, and you will not slip up?” you question sternly, JJ knows if he fucks up he’s not fucking you for potentially a week.

“i can do it” he mumbles weakly.

“ are you sure” you question

JJ nods hesitantly, he’s scared he’s not going to be able to keep control but he tries his best anyways. He’s able to flip you both over, shuffling up more on the bed. you place your arms were it’s most comfortable. JJ has his hands steady on your backside. He could come from the view of you he bit his lip as he put you slightly more stable on your knees. he placed his cock abit lower than your pussy hole. Around the area your thighs meet, without any concern he pushes his cock through it. the feeling of your warm squishy thighs coating his long cock made him over edge horribly.

Moans, moans and more moans. that’s all you heard off of him.

His grip on your ass turned your skin purple as he slides his cock backwards and forwards in-between the crease of your thighs.

“fuck mama, so fucking good” he groans as you start to shuffle your thighs against his movement, you are able to feel his cock slightly hit your folds making you whimper every so often. His cock was majestic in ways on you could understand. Only you.

“such a handsome boy” you moan out as you feel him start to accidentally slip inside of you. He realises what he did

“m sorry mama” he whimpers but it feels too good to reject it.

“come inside of me, pretty boy.” You breath out.

JJ makes no room to argue as he slams himself in you. seconds later filling you up with his warm milky sperm. He collapses onto of you. His dick pulsing against your ass as his nose is against your shoulder.

“fuck, he in control more often please mama.”

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