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cupidscoveofhearts · 2 days ago

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Somewhere in nyc with you (and my gun under our pillows) ᥫ᭡.

sweet starter pack of post-re4!leonkennedy in the city with receptionist!reader ...

tw ; mention of guns, not in detail though !

word count ; 2.7K

genre ; head cannons , fluff

this is my first ever piece on tumblr! omg! i'm sososo excited and i hope you enjoy the start of this little universe i've created for leon and you ᥫ᭡.

enjoyyyy !

• after returning from spain and back to HQ in the big city, it took leon time to adjust back into his shitty little broken apartment in nyc

• his first day back is filled with looks of admiration, words of congratulations, and the women of the workplace all over him.

• and leon's a tired soul, he hates all the attention and questions, but he deals with it anyway.

• it wasn't until a few days into being back he met you, though.

• and was he glad he did.

• they had a new security detail which required him go to the opposite end of the building to sign off some papers at the reception down there, and, albeit reluctantly, he made the trip.

• but when he saw you? his attitude changed up very quick.

• now leon never had very much confidence in himself (poor baby) but over the years he'd gotten better at masking that fact

• he can't believe you're a receptionist with how beautiful and intriguing you look, almost like you're meant for more, not somewhere as harsh as this world, as harsh as him.

"hello sir, is there something I can help you with?"

• what can't you help him with...

"...here to sign off security clearance papers for leon kennedy."

• leon speaks in a very low and monotone voice, a voice that's been round the bend a few times. leon doesn't mean to be so passive and closed off, but he's never been into too much socialising, especially anything to do with work politics.

• you hand him the papers sweetly, a soft smile on your face before you commit back to your computer and answering calls, but leon's so caught up in you that he can't help but blurt out:

"go out with me."

• leon's a direct and blunt man, it's a yes or a no.

• you look at him, eyes wide and brows furrowed as you let out a noise of confusion while still on the phone

• the minute you don't give him an answer, he walks off, like he doesn't care

• but oh, this boy cared big time.

what did i say that for?

fucking idiot leon!

well done loser.

• from there, he made the ultimate decision that he would never come to that part of the building again and would avoid you like the plague at all cost.

shit.

he left the fucking papers.

in the awkward beginnings ...

• he manages to avoid the lobby for two. whole. weeks. he takes the stairs instead of the lobby lift, sends interns to run his day-to-day errands, redirects email deliveries from the reception straight to him...you started to think this man hated you.

• unfortunately for him, the security system starts to update weekly, and the only person authorised to update security clearance? you.

• he considers transferring departments. legitimately considers it. he gave up after finding that the paperwork is too much, even for him. he hates paperwork.

• he tries what he believes are subtle (but more so stupid and painfully obvious) attempts to get close to you once he does start coming back to the lobby, in an attempt to try and fix things (despite there being nothing he actually has to fix since you both had nothing in the beginning but oh well)

• he finds every excuse to ask you a question just to hear your voice. 'needed a pen.' my clearance badge has bent.' 'did i leave my tactical gloves here?' the excuses get more and more frequent, like, ten times a day and you start to catch on.

(p.s. he bent the clearance badge himself.)

• it's just because he doesn't really always know what to say. often times he doesn't realise he's doing it until you look up and catch him, to which he quickly averts his eyes to a plant or painting.

• develops a staring problem. not to be creepy,it's just his deeply repressed feelings of romance that he squashed deep beneath his surface that are forcing there way out due to his attraction for you.

• he leaves things on your desk anonymously. it starts off with small gestures - an energy bar and a drink of water after he hears you missed breakfast. a cup of your morning beverage that's your exact order. a pile of files you would've had to walk half way across the building to collect.

• you get an inkling it's him, from the way he watches from the sofas in the lobby in anticipation of you seeing what he's left, but you never call him out for it, and he's painfully grateful for that.

• one day, he's doing a daily walk past your desk just to get a glimpse of you before a long meeting he really could wait for, when he sees someone else flirting with you - a man he's never seen before who has actual charisma.

• you're too smart for this random guy, you're too out of this world for this guy. who is he?

• leon was definitely looking this guy up in the database later.

• due to his previously stated staring problem, leon walks right into glass door while trying to get a better look at you and the man, which earns looks from all people near him, including you.

• but you smile, and make a mental note to ask for his number.

the talking stage (if you could even call it that) ...

• leon would hate that it's called 'a talking stage' when a friend of his let's him know about the world of talking to girls. it's weird. only a stage? it feels temporary.

�� he doesn't want it to be just temporary with you.

• you send the first message in the evening, at around ten pm, which is lucky, because it was taking leon hours to decide whether he should message first or not.

"put the files on your desk for your next mission on your desk for you!"

• leon then spends at least 10 minutes deciding if 'thanks' should have a full stop or not.

• his texts are super dry.

"EOD has been pushed back. let downstairs know."

"Okay."

"Sure."

• he rewrites them all multiple times, and always feels stupid once he's sent them.

• the first time she sends a smiley emoji? it's like he's staring at a foreign object. he didn't even know you could do that.

• when you start talking more, he can never pull his eyes away from his phone. he starts to spiral when you don't respond within minutes.

"did you see my last message"

"just checking."

"forget it."

"never mind."

"sorry."

• he regrets it all and goes dark for at least twelve hours out of embarrassment.

• after a while, he starts walking you to the subway after work. even though he lives in the complete opposite direction and it would be an hours walk back, he doesn’t care. prefers to look after you instead.

• and if it starts raining one night he’d definitely give you his jacket

• and if you’re not feeling up to walking one night because you’re tired, you don’t feel safe or leon can’t walk you? he’s ordering you a taxi, on him.

• he starts to grow obsessed with getting you flowers, like, all the time. one time walking to work he sees a florist and impulsively buys you some small white lillies and drops them off at the reception before you get in for the morning.

• at the end of the day, when you’re in a meeting, he comes down to the reception to check with your co worker that you did get the flowers. this becomes a religious routine, which you absolutely love.

• your conversations at the front desk in the morning, on breaks, and at end of day get longer and more frequent.

• he notices all the little things about you, down to your earrings. one day you change up what ones you wear, opting for a slightly bigger hoop that day.

“you changed your earrings.”

“…oh! yea…they okay?”

“of course they are, they’re…yea, they’re pretty.”

• he gets sweeter with his texts, more caring and more comfortable. he’s always checking in.

“you home safe?”

“rain was heavy, did you get the subway okay?”

“fixed the downstairs printer so you don’t have to walk far.”

• you have a certification exam one day, which you’d mention to leon very briefly a week or so ago. and leon takes notice, and he makes sure to let you know.

“good luck tmrw”

“thx leon! didn’t think you’d remember”

“of course I would.”

and finally, he asks you out …

• took him long enough. it was a simple moment, you had both stayed behind late to finish paperwork, and had ordered chinese takeout which was spread across a meeting table in one of the meeting rooms.

• he kept trying to ask, but the words got stuck in his throat.

“…so, ehem…we- well…”

“what is it?”

“…wanna go out with me?”

“…yea, I would.”

“okay…grrreat.”

• he was really giddy inside.

• neither of you announce it to anyone, you just…start being together.

• he’d start coming over to your place, a beautiful skyline apartment right in the heart of the city. he loved your balcony, sitting there late into the night.

• he would often sleep on the couch when you first got together, nervous to overstep yours and his own boundaries.

• touch is brand new territory. he’s not anywhere near used to casual affection, so when you link your arm with his as you walk, or lean into him a little more than usual, he shuts down a little bit.

• not in a bad way, more like his brain blanks and he has to reboot. however, he does soon ease into it, and starts to crave it.

• he starts to hold your wrist gently as you pass by each other, in the halls at your apartment or in the elevator at work. you’ll loop you fingers through his belt loop when standing in line for coffee…

• he adores the soft, quick, casual touches now. doesn’t know how he lived without them for so long.

• your desk starts to collect more and more of his things. his badge lanyard, his jacket draped on the back of your chair, his gloves…

• at lunchtimes, you’ll both sit behind your desk, you sitting in one chair and him the other, his feet kicked up in your lap as you both eat in silence.

• almost everywhere you walk together, your hand is now enclosed in his. he’ll lead you with his hand, always caressing it with his thumb unconsciously.

• he loves physical touch now, is obsessed with it after being deprived from it for so long.

• anytime he can get his hands on you, he does. he loves hugs from behind, giving and receiving. he loves to hold your waist and bury his face in your neck, and he adores it when you enclose his waist with your arms and nuzzle into his back.

• when you’re both alone, he loves to have a hand on your ass or a tit. not in a sexual way, he just likes to know you’re there.

• he’d been away on his first mission since you two had gotten together, for three whole weeks. he thought he was going to die from not being able to see you.

• he tries to talk to you any chance he gets, but he never has any signal. when he finally gets some, he receives a voice message you left him talking about your recent night out with the girls.

• you say you miss him.

• you. miss. him.

• he saves it and listens to it over and over again.

• your first kiss? when he comes back.

• he makes his way straight to your place as soon as the aeroplane lands, and falls into your arms as soon as he walks through the doors and drops his bags.

• the most you’ve kissed up until now are soft kisses to the cheek, and he does like to kiss your knuckles a lot.

• you sit him on a bar stool by your kitchen counter as you redo some stitches that have reopened on his forehead, and he’s in absolute awe.

• this is definitely the moment he fell in love with you, if he hadn’t already.

• you lean in to dab some antiseptic into the wound, and he can’t help himself. he leans in and captures your lips in the softest of kisses.

• you pull away with a small smile on your face, quickly pressing another quick kiss to his lips. his moth is left agape and his eyes soft but wide.

“you okay leon?”

“…yea.”

“…did that make you nervous, leon?”

“…obviously..”

• he was as red as a tomato.

pack your stuff, leon. you’re moving in …

• when you hear about where he’s been staying once a week at most when he’s not sound asleep in your bed, you scold him and tell him to crash at yours. permanently.

• he shows up with one duffel bag. you huff at him even more as you usher him in, mumbling something about how you’re gonna buy him a whole new wardrobe since he clearly hasn’t got one.

• he insists on doing a security sweep every night. checking the window locks, the door locks…your safety is too important to him to just brush it under the rug.

• he always cleans. whether that’s doing the dishes, watering your plants, polishing the stove…it’s his home now, with you. a little safe haven, and he intends on keeping it that way.

• he is obsessed with the space. he’s at peace. he can finally sleep, though it is lightly, he sleeps. it’s so quiet in your bedroom, in the kitchen, everywhere.

• he gets very warm at night, so even though you fall asleep cuddling, he wakes up in a completely different position, though he's still touching you in some way, whether that's a hand across your waist, your legs tangled slightly, etc.

• due to his raging insomnia and constant nightmares, leon is always up earlier than you, letting you sleep in as long as you need since you were most likely up with him.

• he'll make you both coffee and breakfast so that it's ready for exactly when you wake up, since he's learnt your internal body clock.

• you guys have really quiet mornings and evenings. while he does the dishes,you organise a movie night. while you cook, he sets the table.

• when you sit for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, he's got his arm draped around the back of your seat as you both eat in a comfortable quiet.

he becomes very protective and paranoid ...

• you find a gun in the bathroom. taped behind the tank of the toilet as you're cleaning. you ask him about it, and he just doesn't look at you.

"...you never know.."

• under the bed frame, he's hidden a small sidearm. you catch him checking it one night before bed.

"is that another one leon?"

"...just want you safe."

• leon is so paranoid that something will happen, that more and more start dotting around the place.

• he'd definitely teach you how to use one, but would get really stressed over it when he finally backs off in the shooting range to let you try on your own.

"baby- oh baby, please be careful-,"

"well done baby, that was so good."

"straighten your arm, don't want it to backfire into your face, baby."

• this type of mentality is built into him, and you aren't there to change him, just to love him.

• so you can live with a few guns under your pillows if that means he's cuddled up in the crook of your neck sleeping peacefully when night comes.

ahh! this took me like two days to finish, idk why it took me so long but it's done! i hope you enjoyed it <3

LOTS OF LOVE,

Cupid ᢉ𐭩.

posted at 19:58 on 03/07/2025 .

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witerh · 13 hours ago

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Can you help me? || from best friend to boyfriend re4r!leon

NSFW!

warnings: fluff, pussy drunk leon, cunnilingus, bites and hickeys on the thighs, squirt, leon is addicted w/ your pussy, p in v, straight spoon posе (yeah, something new), from gentle to rough, cream pie, aftercare; reader and leon is silent but he is also an corny, events happen between re2r and re4r

notes: ohhh, I tried to make it in time for the holiday, anyway... congratulations, have a happy weekend! love ya, guys

rating: explicit

summary: at a Fourth of July fireworks show, your view is blocked by the crowd. leon, without a second thought, picks you up off the ground and puts you on his shoulders while he desperately tries to ignore how badly he wants to fuck you.

You shivered as he feels yours thighs squeezing and vibrating slightly around his head as his tongue runs up and down your soft, wet pussy. He was kneeling in front of you, his fingers gripping your plush thighs as he devoured your cunt greedily. You were now his oasis in the middle of the arid desert. Your palms were pressed against your own lips, you tried as best you could to hold back and he only teased you, his tongue flicking around your clit. It made you tremble on his tongue, he was testing your patience: “could she hold out me?” he thought.

Wait, how did that happen?

Fourth of July.

As a red-blooded American, it should have been one of Leon Scott Kennedy's favorite holidays. Yet, in light of all the government corruption he'd come across in his time spent working for them, he hardly felt like celebrating the nation.

You grew up with since you were practically diaper wearing kids. You were there at your bests and worsts, at every era. This is true, Leon hid his feelings for you, they were strong. He only wanted to see you as a friend when he saw you dating other boys when you were in university. You saw him only as a good friend and it probably should have remained that way.

This became one of the reasons for leaving for another city after finishing his studies, supposedly for work. He needed a distraction. I won't lie, his feelings never went away. His heart was louder than his thoughts, he wanted to be in the place of those guys who were hitting on you.

When he talked to you, it was hard to restrain himself from kissing you, pulling you towards him, and telling you how much he loved you. It broke his heart, he held back his feelings for years. From the most innocent thoughts about you turned into the filthiest.

You both needed to talk before it went too far.

You had invited him to come watch the fireworks with them it wasn't as though he could say 'no' without going into a long-winded story involving a lot of trauma that he definitely didn't need to be sharing with them—so he'd said 'yes'.

He was standing in a large crowd of people, his hand gently wrapped around your forearm so that he didn't lose you in the sea of otherwise meaningless faces this evening. He slid his hand down your arm, grasping your hand as he pulled you closer to him.

"Stay close to me, yeah?" He didn't look down at you as he spoke, but it was obvious he was talking to you. He got your short 'uh-huh'.

As the fireworks show began, the unfortunately vertically-challenged you found their view blocked out by some of the taller people in the crowd. They weren't about to complain out loud, but...

"Can you see?" Leon asked, his voice coming out gruffer than intended. He glanced down at them, trying to imagine what portion of the sky they were actually able to see.

"Oh, no, I can't see," you stand on your toes, trying to see even more fireworks, beautiful lights and it was cute from the outside. "can you help me?"

Without saying anything, he reached down and plucked them from the ground, putting them up on his shoulders so that they had an unobstructed view of the impressive display.

"Now I can see everything, my thanks to you." you settled comfortably on his shoulders, you could see the huge crowd and the beautiful fireworks show.

Meanwhile, Leon was trying desperately not to focus on how good it felt to have their thighs so close to his head, or what it might be like to have them on their back with his head between their thighs in a far different position.

To be honest, he tried to be decent, his head was absolutely empty. There was nothing but you.

God knows what happened after that, or at least during the way to find a place.

So here they were now, you weren't know what time it is anymore and doesn't even care, Honestly, they weren't care about anything that's happening around them and outside the bedroom of yours where they were; he didn't understand whether it was your wonderful taste of your pussy or just ordinary fell in love.

The muffled music and the noise of fireworks from the streets reaches Leon ears along with the sound of licking and sucking coming from the lips of his, you were sitting on the bed with him kneeling between your legs, sucking your pussy like a hungry dog, sucking his best friend's pussy; he wasn't know how he got here, he wasn't know if you convinced him arguing that he 'needed some fun' and that this was 'a reward for him having agreed to go with them to this' or if they just got carried away in the heat of the moment, but you weren't give a damn either, too busy trying to cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your moans that you were sure would be loud as you rolled your eyes in pleasure and pushes your hips towards his head wanting to feel more of that sensation of Leon's tongue running along your soaking slit, feeling his noses brush against your swollen clit before he lowered his tongues to your entrance, thrusting the tip of his tongue inside your pussy, making you arch his back.

“W-why are you so good at this...?” you said with voice of yours muffled by your own hand covering mouth of yours, knowing you were being sensitive and looking like a cheap whore as your hand dropped from your mouth to his hair, tangling fingers of yours in his hair to feel his tongue rubbing against your pussy and your breath began to mist from your lips, your head falling back as a moan escaped your lips and you felt his fingers digging into your thighs.

“I missed you pretty much because, dove.” he mumbles into your heated skin of your cunt, his voice muffled

You both no longer remembered how it all happened, how it turned out that your childhood friend—your support, your everything—was now kissing and undressing you. You probably missed him as much as he did...

You pressed your cunt against Leon's parted mouth, filled with drool of greed, his tongue sticking out, muscle excited, wriggling, until feeling the press of your puffy folds against him, and you feel the vibration of his moans, whiny low and pleased to the point of his cock chubbing up his sweats, as he laps to part your labia, drink in the slick that drips to slip down his working throat, spit soaked, pouting lips closing harsh and sucking in every crevice of your pussy.

“Damn, that tastes like candy,” he sighs, blowing on your cunt, his tongue flicking around your clit. “you will drive me to my grave, know that.”

Hips rolling down in rapid motion, thighs flexing, skin supple and taunting from where they're positioned from each side of his head, a mop of his mussed, haphazard dirty blonde locks brush and tingle you, as you brush them away, trembling hands tracing over his face, collecting the slipping through fingers liquid strands; his eyes fluttering at the slow, gentle caress, long eyelashes quivering, hiding the view of his blearing, hazy baby blues, moaning around a mouth full of your fluttering pussy.

You slipped, when your stomach churns with impending, searing orgasm, and drag down, leon's mouth agape, gasping either for air, or more of you, and then sputters, chokes, as your cunt presses against the outline of his bobbing adam's apple, his hands twitching upwards, veiny fingers clawing up your rounded, exposed hips, blunt nails sinking in, holding, but not pulling you away, no, he holds you, let's you rock over the sharp shape of the cartilage that presses in the sensitive lips of your cunt, drag your folds over, the short hairs of the stubble that trails down his neck even after shaving rasps hard, but it's what makes your toes flex, curling.

Leon's skin flaring up a vivid, striking pink, cheeks mottled with color, not enough oxygen, but he helps you rock yourself down, harder, quicker, until you come across his arching neck, gushing and spasming, despite the fact that his jaw ached from sucking your pussy; your whimpery moans catching in time with his breathy, coughy gasps, watery eyes rolled back, away with his lolling head, as you slide even more down, weakly, moving your weight away, settling instead over his expanding chest, glancing behind to search for any tissues, only to see a prominently wet patch soaking the crotch of his pants, throbbing restlessly.

“Mhm, let's dry you off before we continue,” he coos and wipes your thighs and his chin from your juices. “it's so clean and everything for me this evening...”

The napkin was lying casually on the bed as he hovered over you with his stupid grin, his eyes sparkling with the pleasure of continuation of evening, your breathing had already returned to normal so why not; he leaned towards you, his still wet lips pressed against yours, your palms lay on his cheekbones, pulling him even closer so that your noses remained only centimeters apart.

The kiss lingered, the fire of lust igniting inside you both again, his still wet spot on your pants visible even in the dark, his hands sliding over your body, examining every inch, every a mole and a freckle. Your pussy was wet again, your plump clit was pulsating, you and he didn't know what overexcitement was, when you still felt pleasure and only pleasure.

He pulled away from your lips, a thread of saliva broke between your lower lips, the apples of your cheeks turned a beautiful pink, you brought your legs together and rubbed them to somehow soothe the itch between your legs. He grinned looking at you, you were so slutty and he saw you like this for the first time and understood that he was falling in love with you even more.

"Someone's getting impatient already, huh?" he teases you, his thumb stroking your cheek and you nod at him. You both weren't shy anymore and accepted your feelings for what they really were. With a sharp jerk and with your squeak of surprise he turned you both over, swapping your places with each other: now he was lying with his back to the pillows and your back was pressed against his broad bare chest.

“Hey, what are you thinking?” you asked a little confused as his hand reached between you to pull his pants down and expose his erection, it hit your thigh with a wet thud leaving a trace of his pre-cum

“I think about how well you would take my cock inside you,” he thinks, resting his chin on the top of your head, while his hands shamelessly and tenderly run over your body as if it were his own, no, you were his own this evening; his hands squeezed your nipples softly, his fingers quickly flicked your nipples, pinched them, giving you sighs and feeling how your pussy cries on the length of his cock that was pressed against your crotch. “Do you think you can handle it?”

“I think yes, I can handle it.”

You have to answer for your words, so your hands touched his cock between his legs, stroking that soft pink head that was leaking onto your fingers, it made Leon breathless under you, you got carried away, his veins on his penis swelled and pulsated under the thin skin, now your fist was stroking him, these were your 'thank you', but in actions.

“Stop playing, sweetheart, you’re teasing me cruelly,” he growls near your ear, he blows on your earlobe, your hands let go of his cock which seemed to ache without your touch. “That’s enough, that’s it, otherwise I will tease you..”

“Teasing? I thought you were enjoying it,” you mutter with a sly smile on your face that he can't see and you can afford it. He just chuckled at your words, even his threats don't scare you. His right hand let go of your waist to grab the base of his cock and pump it, teasing you, rubbing it against your aching crotch, it made you whine.

Damn, he wasn't kidding.

Another stroke grazes your clit, moving down your plump lower lips, claiming this territory as his with his clear, slick fluid on your body. You moaned, arched on him and it made him smirk.

"Now do you understand how it felt for me?" He stopped doing it only after your desperate nod. So, he intended to fuck you, who would stop him when you agreed to it?

His strong arms wrapped around your beautiful body to hold you right now, when it finally happened, what stars in the sky aligned for this to happen. Without hesitation he entered you not all the way, slowly moving inside by your drawn out moan before he reached your cervix and his head kissed it. He jerked his hips back and the sharp thrust inside you stimulated your G-spot, causing your toes to curl. Your feet rested on the bed, trying to breathe deeply and slowly at this gentle pace.

“Mhh, that's how it is, dove,” his hands slid pleasantly over your curves, it relaxed you greatly. “you are doing so well.”

“Oh my gosh you just sent me to heaven on a direct flight,” you breathed out with a small grin and you received a kiss on the shoulder for it. “just don’t stop, please.”

Your cunt slurped lustfully on his cock, dripping and leaving your thighs dirty and his thighs too. His pace suddenly but smoothly increased: from gentle but deep thrusts they turned into fast and deep ones, because of this your walls squeezed him tightly in a vice.

His free hand grabbed your wrists and lifted them above your head, leaving you helpless, but you could still move your hips in time with him, the friction bringing you both a pleasant pleasure. “Fuck, you’re cheating...” you mumble, mixed with moans as his cock milks fat cunt of yours.

"Who said I can't do this? If I want, I'll do it again and again..." he giggled and his other hand dropped between your thighs and pleasantly rubbed your swollen clitoris. Your 'ahh's' were excellent and he was proud of himself that he could bring you to this, but it was not the end!

The bed began to creak under both of your weights, the bed frame was hitting the wall, the neighbors were ready to shout 'earthquake'. He gently bit your shoulder, you meowed back and whined, your chest rose and fell quickly, you gasped, trying to swallow more air inside but his cock made your lungs burnt. His cock would slip out of your pussy sometimes, and he had to stop for a moment to let go of your clit and guide himself back inside you.

“That’s how it is, I feel you’re close, don’t you?” it was as if he was purring under your ear on purpose, leaning down and licking your earlobe. His dull nails would occasionally brush your clit, mostly just his thumb would stroke your clit, but right now he wasn't pinching hard enough to make you scream but enough to make you whine with two fingers, pinching it between them.

"Yeah, I'm damn close, Leon," you couldn't stand it, that is, you could stand his pace but you couldn't stand your orgasm, you again felt that pleasant sensation in the form of spasms in your lower abdomen. Your thighs were shaking and the walls of your cunt were practically pulsating around him. “Leon!”

You bit your lower lip, feeling pleasant spasms, down there, he continued to pound your pussy and polish your clitoris, squeezing out all the last juices from you on this wonderful evening.

He was a monster in your bed.

The area in your chest and neck turned red, filling with a hot blush as you tried to come to your senses, you could already feel slight notes of pain in your hips, another push, push and another push he finally felt that it was about to cum. “Honey, I’m so close, I’m going to—ah!”

He felt a surge of excitement and heat in your pussy—you were so hot right now, it was what pushed him to finally cum: the head of his cock pressed against your cervix—his pelvis against your pelvis as he exploded inside you.

“Phew, I guess that was good,” he sighs and releases your wrists and flips you over to face him, pulling his cock out of you and you wrap your arms around him. “no, not just good, but fucking awesome.”

“You gave me a fucking amazing evening too, Leon, thank you,” you smiled at him and your lips met in a sensual and pleasant kiss while his cum flowed down your thighs from your cunt.

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