thinking abt cliff fingering you after you had a bad day and you squirt for the first time on his hand <3
he’s actually all i want rn im so serious.
like come here pretty boy lemme give you a kiss.
cliff will always give you the princess treatment after you had a bad day. like he’s cuddling you, kissing you every two seconds, cooking you a nice dinner, and most of all he’s gonna fuck you until your mind goes blank.
to really help you let go. he knows edging you is what you need, even if you get all frustrated at first it’s the best way to get you all strung out and relaxed.
cliff would have you legs open in his lap, facing away from him w your back to his chest as he fingers you. his thumb is extended up to your clit, while his middle and ring fingers fuck you deliciously slow. every time you get too overstimulated and try to close your legs cliff will slowly push them open again and kiss your neck in encouragement<<333
“come on, baby. you can do it. you’re so good”
“gonna feel so good when you cum, baby. can you take a little more for me?”
he’d be massaging your hip with his hand and moving your hair out of the way to nuzzle into your neck<333 pulling his fingers out every once in a while to rub over your sensitive folds and get a better rhythm rubbing your clit. you’d be squirming for him. and when you beg him to go faster he ofc complies happily.
suddenly he’s fucking your pussy so hard and fast you can’t keep up. and before you can even think you’re squirting all over his fingers and you literally pass out for a few seconds because of how long he’s been keeping you wound up.
when you come to, cliff is still as he was, slowly massaging your hips, having let your legs close a little.
“how you feeling, baby? you squirted all over my fingers. got me all messy. that feel good?”
you’d nod, eyes already getting droopy again. you’re so tired, so satiated, you don’t even let cliff go to clean you up. you just turn into his arms, kiss him on the cheek and lay there on him, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours.
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i need sugar daddy!james so bad right now. like ugh that man taking me to go shopping and buying me whatever i want and then eating my pussy when we get home. UGH. it’s all i’ve ever wanted and needed. (plus him making sure i’m nice and warm laying on the couch all bundled up in a blanket before making us dinner and then watching a movie with me while we eat our dinner)
bubs. i had to take a moment.
sugar daddy!james (doesn’t matter what era, anytime after 2000 works) would call you little bird and babygirl and doll and darlin’ and sweetheart. he’d help you study for your classes and complain that you were getting too much work (“you can’t spend as much time with me. this is stupid, what are they teaching you guys nowadays?”) but you have him so tightly wrapped around your finger he can’t complain for long. he offers to buy you literally whatever you want, whenever you want, and you have to regularly remind him he has a crew to pay and a ranch to take care of. still, you end up having a closet full of every designer brand imaginable (and a drawer full of lingerie he loves to see you in at the end of a long day at HQ.) and yes, there is a LOT of pussy eating. that man is a fiend. doesn’t matter if it‘s in his dressing room, in the bathroom during a dinner party, in the kitchen, on the sofa, in the shower, in bed… he’ll take it when he can get it.
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