#toxic-dadbod-price

[konigsblog]

Orla :(( toxic!dadbod!Price comeback when?? I'm so down and so depressed and I need that mean old bastard to feel something

toxic-dadbod-price, one of my favourite concepts on this blog :33 (anon, i hope you feel better soon, take it easy !!!) 🫂

now, we all know that toxic-dadbod-price isn't the sweetest person ever. he has a toxic personality, he can be vindictive to those who've wronged him, holds grudges and knows how to use manipulation to get whatever he wants. being retired from the military, he spends the majority of his time jerking off on the couch, drinking beer, smoking inside the house and watching the football at six o’clock in the evening.

he's not oblivious though, he notices how you're down lately, spending a large chunk of your time in the bathroom, sat in the bathtub, foamy and bubbly water as you think. you feel weak, mentally. you can't bring yourself to do the simplest of things, and all you want is the softness of your husband's chest to rest against at nighttime.

of course, price can be bitchy when he's drunk; pushing you away and rolling over, snoring without having a shower, dirtying your freshly clean sheets. you always find yourself inching closer at nighttime, ‘til you're sobbing in your sleep against his brute, fat and musky chest, and your horrible husband is now playing with your hair, half asleep with a cigar between his teeth, puffing away at the lit, burning cigar.

it's not that he cares – don't get it twisted, love – he's not the kind, sweet man he once was, but he'll convince himself to wipe your tears with the harsh, calloused skin on the back of his hand, watching you sleep peacefully, already picking up a bottle of beer from the bedside table and cursing about how you're practically holding him down as you use his chest as a pillow, just what you wanted.

[diejager]

wait did that person not know what cnc meant? not to be rude, but what did they think they were reading when it said cnc😭

i love your yandere price stuff so so so much omg grrrr 😵‍💫🩵 can you talk about any yandere price headcannons you have? kidnapping the reader and taking them home, locking the reader away and him using them like toy for his own needs 😖 you can make this non-con if you want, i don't mind since i know you have amazing ideas! :)

but please ignore this if it makes you uncomfy!!! 💐

On the contrary, this made me smile a bit too much to be seen as normal tbh… I’m actually not even sure what they expected from Non-con, sunshines and rainbows? Maybe the just didn’t expect that. And thank you!!🥰 I just ADORE you’re toxic dadbod!Price. It’s bloody genius 🤤

Headcanon

Pairing: Yan!Captain John Price x fem!reader

CW: DARK, yandere, possessive behaviour, kidnapping, NON-CON, power kink, authority kink, breeding, pregnancy, basement wife, spanking, I def missed a few- WC: 1.1k

Yan!Price isn’t afraid of showing others who you belong to. It might be in many purple and red marks on your neck, kisses and bites from the day before and accumulating with every passing day. Or it might be various dark bruises on your arms and thighs, placed in specific areas that would make it impossible to hide when you wear shorts, t-shirts and a tank top.

For someone known for his professionalism, he doesn’t hide his affection for you at all. Yan!Price hovers over you like a hawk, always keeping a hand on you. Whether it’s his hand on your shoulder, his arm around your hip, or his warm palm sliding down the hollow of your back, dancing on the edge of indecent and suggestive. 

Yan!Price may not be a firm believer of fate or destiny, but for you, he believes it was the iron hand of fate. He was destined to meet you when you were still fresh, a bright-eyed and happy soldier that passed the assessment tests and followed superiors like a lost puppy. You were a blessing to him, you didn’t challenge his authority, you did boast about your grades and you didn’t spew nonsensical dreams and goals of becoming a general, the best sniper or the strongest. 

Yan!Price is a respectable man with respectable habits, even with the subtle glances he throws your way and the hungry way his eyes rove over your body. With respectability, comes other less appropriate things he does when he’s on his own. His rank and power ooze from his form, the broad shoulders and gruff, yet kind, face inspire respect from others, but from you, he demands more. His carnality drowns his sense of duty with you.

Yan!Price has a deep need to sate his power kink, keeping his rank even in moments of intimacy. His words are law, his hands are the hammer and you, the thing he manhandles and bends to his will. 

Yan!Price likes to call you his pet when he punishes you for something that might or might not have been of your own doing. He bends you over his knee and makes you count the number of spanks he gives. If you miss one, he makes you redo them from the start, no matter the number of strikes. Or he uses you to his leisure, in a rough and demeaning way that makes you cry and whimper, apologise for something - anything so that he would stop.

Yan!Price calls you private - your rank - when he feels the need to use it, enforcing his authority kink. Fucking you dumb over his desk until you drool and lose all sense, babbling and crying. He likes hearing you beg, hearing you plead. Screaming “please” over and over again sends his body shuddering (He could care less if they were pleads for more or for him to stop, he doesn’t bother with that theoretics).

Or Yan!Price sings you poems and adoringly obsessive nothings, calling you love as he takes care of you, pulling you over the edge again and again, over and over, until you pass out from pleasure. He’s soft in those moments, caring and loving to his cute fiancé. He focuses on your pleasure over his, leaving his leaking and aching until you’re satisfied or out cold.

If he can’t have you transferred to his team - for whatever reason - he’d result in kidnapping you. Kidnapping is a harsh word, he’s not kidnapping you, he’s taking you away from a life of pain and hardship. Yan!Price is taking care of you at home, where you’re far from having a gun pointed at you or being threatened by a knife.

You start up in the basement if you act out too much. Yan!Price has the room built just right to fit your every need. The door’s locked with a dozen locks, he’s not paranoid, he’s simply planning in advance as a Captain should. He’s caring for you. 

When you start listening, he lets you roam the house, sleep in the same bed, eat at the kitchen table and shower in the upstairs bathroom. Yan!Price’s softer in this setting, he acts like your lover and husband-to-be - he is. He cooks for you, he helps you shower, he orders you around and he does everything to ensure that you live comfortably - or as comfortably as you can in this situation.

Try as he might, you don’t fall madly in love with him as he does with you. Loving embraces, mind-blowing orgasms, a comfortable life and a caring man seem meaningless to you. So Yan!Price decides to fuck a kid into you, what other option would make you marry him? You weren’t so heartless as to want to separate your child from their father. You’re too soft, too caring for the life of a soldier. How dreadful would it be to have a child out of wedlock? You’d marry him then, wouldn’t you?

Pregnant or not; subservient or not; happy or not; none of it matters, you’re his, his to love, his to care, his to fuck. You are his to do so. After everything he went through to take you, to care for and feed you, to give you a child, you owe him all the world. His pet, his private, his love, his wife, you owe Yan!Price so much that he could do anything he wants with you. You would let him let him use you as he wants, wouldn’t you?

He has a desk in his office where he can bend you over, he has a queen size bed where he can mount you, he has so many walls in the hose where he can push you against and he has a garage where he stores his car for other uses. 

You’re on your period? Doesn’t matter to him, he doesn’t shy from a bit of blood, he’s in the army. You’re in pain? Don’t worry, he’ll take the pain away with his cock. You’re sleepy? He doesn’t mind fucking an unconscious body, you’ll still react in your sleepy haze. You’re pregnant? He’ll be careful, he promises, he’ll only use his tongue and finger, he can fuck his hand or your warm mouth.

Although he’s rough and mean, Yan!Price loves you, he truly does. He cares for you. You’re his world. He even takes time off from his military campaigns to spend time with you. If you want something, he’d buy it for you. If you want him, he’d give himself to you. If you want more kids running around, he’d get you as fat and round as many times you want. But if you want freedom? The possibility of returning to your training? That wouldn’t be possible, he doesn’t approve.

[konigsblog]

Happy Valentine's day sweetheart <3

Also, I can't help but to wonder 👀 any ideas for toxic!dadbod!Price on Valentine's Day? Would he even bother trying?

thank you, my dearest !! 💐🌷:3

cw: toxic relationship, alcohol consumption... mdni

bribe toxic-dadbod-price with alcohol and cigars, and he will do whatever, while grumbling under his breath how you're wasting his time...

price wants his dick sucked, to wake and see you between his thighs, your back arched and your ass in the air for him. of course he does... – he thinks with his dick, only thinks when he's horny and longing for the fleshy, gummy sensation of your cunt around his hard, slicken, meaty cock. :( wake him with a handjob and he'll be praising you, complimenting you for being such a good, little bitch to him...

price doesn't enjoy valentine's day outside of sex; that it's a waste of his time. he prefers to sit on the couch, smoking cigars while you get him off, but after a few drinks, john is pushing you down and removing your panties. he won't bother to prepare you, squeezing inside painfully, set on getting his fat cock inside your pussy, to feel you clutching onti his girth...

i mean, john will perhaps buy you some lingerie, but it's simply for his own pleasure, to help him get off... :(

[konigsblog]

All I can think is toxic dad bod price refusing to take your virginity but fucking your ass raw

cw: misogynistic price, t!db!price

he knows you're a virgin, he adores that. he's glad you're ‘clean’—that no man has ever touched you like he has. this is the only time t!db!price ever strives for your reaction, your pleasure.

john wants to see the effect he has on you, to give the already egotistical and cocky man an even bigger ego than necessary. john's cock twitches in his loose boxers at the sight of your unused cunt infront of him. his nostrils flaring at the sweet scent emitting from your sloppy hole. it's almost addictive—the strong desire to taste it while you beg to be fucked by him and his girthy, meaty cock over and over again.

price is restless, unrelenting when he slams into your asshole repetitively. your hole swallows every inch, each girthy inch he has to offer. he slides his shaft in and out your hole in a painful manner, one that leaves you gripping the sides of the couch, looking down at your asshole as the pain spreads. your throbbing ache is completely ignored, as it's useless to t!db!price at the moment.

he wants you to beg him, like a good wife should.

[konigsblog]

Ok but what would toxic!dadbod price do if you convinced him to take you and your son out for his 2nd birthday and the waiter hits on you? 😏😏

tw: jealousy issues, noncon

expect slut shaming and some clear jealousy issues.

he doesn't like this one bit. yes, he flirts and has hook-ups with other women — but that's because you don't fulfill his needs like a wife should, he's left without a choice!

you, on the other hand, shouldn't have any worries. you're always sexual fulfilled, right? he doesn't like the way you look at other men, even if it's just a glance. keep your eyes on your husband, and nobody else.

he watches you from across the restaurant table, desperately trying to soothe your toddler son from sobbing uncomfortably. you cut up your son's food, make sure he won't spill his drink, before you're interrupted by the waiter, asking if you want anything else.

this didn't anger john, until he made a compliment directed towards you. “you’re a real catch, a pretty thing, and a great mother too.” he chuckles, laughing. it was nothing extreme, nothing too far, but you could see john in your peripheral vision, snarling and gritting his teeth.

when you arrived home, your head aching from calming your son down, forgetting all about what the waiter said, as it wasn't important to you. but john on the other hand? oh, john was gonna make sure the only man you could ever remember was him, by bruising your cervix with his thick cock.

he pushed you down against the couch after you'd put your son to bed, degrading and slapping you for being such an irresistible slag... best believe he had you crying out his name with your hole morphed to fit his meaty, girthy size... :(

[konigsblog]

ROROROOROR toxic!dadbod!price realising he could lose his pretty little play pet if he keeps being so mean to her so he turns into a grovelling and pathetic service dom, constantly making her cum, buying her nice clothes, kissing away her tears, spitting in her mouth when she whines, his touches go from bruising to gentle, his rough fucking stays but his mean words are tangled with sweet praise. hdjshfh brainrot...

it's pathetic. you're pathetic, he's pathetic. the pair of you are just a mess. he's panicking because he's realises the effect he has on his pretty, little doll. that his plaything is more than just a fucktoy, or a fleshlight to rut into whenever he pleases.

it's humiliating, downright shameful for the male who deemed himself as higher, more worthy of love than anybody else. his narcissistic traits making him grumble when he's forced to take care of you and your many, many needs :(

laid down against the couch and presented to him, you. you lay there, with your thighs spread wide open, playing with your folds and clit while he unfastens his leather belt. t!db!price feels ashamed as he eases inside, for your benefit. he couldn't lose you, even if he swore deep down that the hatred he had for you was true, nothing would compare to the soft, warm sensation of your cunny against his mouth or around his thick, rock hard dick.

you whined, looking into his eyes, feeling as he begean bucking into you. you still weren't adjusted to the size of his cock, despite his constant and consistent rough fuckings he'd given you. price buried his face in the crook of your neck, sloppily rocking into you while his heavy, musky balls slapped against your ass with each thrust. a mewl left your lips, which would've gave him the perfect opportunity to spit a fat glob of saliva into your mouth, yet he didn't.

gentle, gentle was what he had to be...

your back arched, curved perfectly for him to slide into your whole repetitively with ease. it wasn't like him to yearn for your pleasure rather than his own. usually, he was the main focus. you were just an outlet to dump his cum into and abandon when he was finished. slowly, he rutted into your tightening hole, making you pant and roll your eyes back due to the ecsasty pooling at your pussy!!

john had to fight from degrading you—from slamming into you with a cruel and brutal pace. strings or praise replace his usual harsh words, one's that would usually leave a bruise or a cut on you body alongside...

“perfect, little thing... god—fuc... jesus, you're just so pretty, ain't'cha, dollface?”

[konigsblog]

how would toxic!dadbod!price react if someone else "took advantage of" his partner?

because (i think) you've written about him doing that a few times, so i'm curious

oh, you're his, and his only and he'll make sure you're manipulated into saying sorry... 🎀

tw: rape, non-con, dark content, slut shaming, victim blaming, manipulation. (t!db!price)

when you come home after being taken advantage of, you're badly bruised and slightly intoxication. your knees wet with small stones sticking to the cuts on your thighs and knees from being pushed to the wet ground in an alleyway by a drunken man. with tears streaming down your cheeks and your throat raspy from screaming and crying, it interests john on why you're so emotional.

you finally tell him after sobbing into his musky chest, the sounds of football drowning out your cries. at first he's taken a back; feeling sorrow. before his anger kicks in.

“told ya’ not to wear that dress.” he spits, rolling his eyes and nudging you off of him. you sob harder, gasping and burying your face in your hands. the thought of you being ‘unclean’ or ‘filthy’ has john gritting his teeth. of course, he's angry at that deranged man, and after punishing you, he drags you out and tells you to look around for him, before beating some sense into the man in that same alleyway.

he pounds into you. large hands pushing your wrists down as he takes what's his. just think of it as him ‘cleaning you’, as him cleaning the dick that was inside you that wasn't his. he slut shames you the entire time, so much that you're manipulated into believing the things he says.

“dirty whore, ya’ were lookin’ for it, huh?” he cocks his head to the side, watching as you whimper at the smell of his nicotine and beer filled breath. eyes rolled back as he blames you for being like this, it must've happened because of your vulnerability... this is why you shouldn't go out alone, so he can make sure you don't ask for it again and come crying to him for pity.

[konigsblog]

Does t!db!price actually love reader? Or is he still with her just because? And why doesn't reader leave?

it's not that you don't want to leave – you do! – he just won't allow it. you see, t!db!price won't hesitate to use his manipulation techniques he learnt whilst in the military against you. he finds it easy to gaslight and manipulate you into not wanting to go through with the divorce.

you're honestly attached too. been through so much due to him that you feel it would be wrong to leave since he has so much on you – able to ruin your life if you left him.

t!db!price sorta loves you. he mainly loves your body, those precious tits and that beautiful ass. he mainly adores you when you're drunk because you're so easy to manipulate, so easily influenced that you'll take anything he gives. drunken talks with t!db!price are the best...

so easy to tease, easy to make you cry. he loves making you sob because he realises the authority he has over you, the control and the power. he'll make you cry and mock you just for the purpose of doing so.

[konigsblog]

dadbod!price definitely has a spit kink- loves getting you messy and degrading you- makes you keep your tongue out while your on your knees and spits in your mouth before he let's you suck him off :(( I want him so bad!

ive wrote something similar to this before, but i wanna write more about it...

tw: weed use🍃

t!db!price definitely enjoys making a mess of his dumb wife. he loves to see you upset, especially if he was the one that caused it. he gets sexual gratification off of hurting you, inflicting pain apon your poor body. you're used, every hole has been stuffed with one of his thick, milky loads before, multiple times.

something he especially enjoys is gripping your jaw, spitting in it when it's all dry from smoking weed with him, taunting you for being a dumb, weak slag against him. he chuckles when you babble and shake, sobbing into his hairy, fat thigh. “let me roughen ya’ up a little bit...” he grumbles hoarsely, pulling your jaw open painfully wide and stuffing his meaty, musky cock down your throat. he throat fucks you, feeling your pretty lip wrap around his base, letting go and gagging as he hits the back of your throat.

it's humilating as all you can do his gag and slobber over him like a useless sex slave... :(

[konigsblog]

Toxic! dadbod! price finding his s/o finger herself

toxic!dadbod!price doesn't care about his sweetheart's needs. surely you'll manage without any stimulation when you're horny, right? he got really pissy when he found your sex toys, using something other than him to get off... you're a filthy whore, ain't'cha? but, what can he say about you fingering yourself? thighs tightly closed with your hand beneath them, body covered by the quilt, your pussy covered in slick while you attempt to stay nonchalant while he's around and getting ready for bed.

you can barely stop for a second, you're too desperate! fingers stuffed deep inside your hole while you gaze over at him getting changed, his bare body laying beside you, seeing you hide your face into your pillow and soft whimpers and moans muffled. lifting up the covers to see your thighs covered in slick and cum, growling out and gripping your jaw tightly to face him. “dirty fuckin' prick,” john groans, his hand wrapped around your neck tightly, his thick and rough fingers replacing yours :(

god, it feels so good when he rapidly pumps his fingers out your wet cunt. degrading you for pleasing yourself and not coming to him instead. he brings your fingers to your mouth, forcing you to suck on them and taste yourself, so it silences those loud moans flowing from your mouth. eyes glassy and wet as he rubs his thumb against your sensitive clit, making you jolt and shake before squirting all up his forearm, coating him in a thin layer of your arousal :(

“what a whore.. gettin' off to somethin' that's not me? mmh, maybe i'll have to punish ya'.”

[konigsblog]

TOXIC DADBOD PRICE WHO IS LIKE HALF ASLEEP AND YOU CRAWL ON TOP OF HIM TO SLEEP AND HE WRAPS HIS HANDS AROUND YOUUU.

I saw your post about cuddling that ass wipe and i just, immediately thought of this

grr, some cuddling with the toxic asshole :(

he's so musky and sweaty all the time. you woke up sobbing after having a horrendous, fearful nightmare; something about your son. like any mother would, you checked on your baby, seeing him resting and sound asleep, soft snores leaving his lips aa he breathed gently... you didn't even notice how you'd been crying; tears soaking your cheeks and staining your face, lips puffy and nose runny and shiny. all you wanted was a cuddle from your horrible husband, debating even bothering... :((

you'd crawled atop of him carefully, laying on his stomach with your head in the crook of his neck, huffing at his comforting scent. his arms wrapped around you, cupping your ass and draping an arm around your waist, holding you tightly against him with a guttural groan emitting from his chest. you could smell the nicotine sticking to his skin - oddly comforting, even if it was something you'd berated him for doing. john's large, calloused hands held you, his beard scratching your cheek slighty as you began to fall into a deep, warm sleep :(((

[konigsblog]

i need a hairy toxic man to squirt on

[konigsblog]

I just need darling telling toxic dadbod Price that smoking actually decreases dick length up to 1 cm to stop him smoking.

Instead he starts eating her out every time he needs a cig.

I truly believe that toxic dadbod Price eats pussy for his own pleasure. He has his beard bleached from it.

cw: afab!f!reader..

absolutely, everything is for his own benefit, his own gratification. it's never for you, never to please his pretty girl... it's always to have you right where he wants you.

you tell him this whilst he's drunk, and ever since, it's stuck in his head, forever remembering what you said. price doesn't want a smaller cock, he's happy where is. he enjoys seeing you gag and gurgle on his fat, girthy shaft, with your nose press against his musky and curly pubes. ever since, he'd been eating you out to suppress the desire.

you can't understand whether it was a good decision or not to tell him that false information, because now you're laying on your back all day, price's head between your soft thighs. he does it to satisfy himself, his cravings for the cigars... meaning, you're usually left overwhelmed and overstimulated, denying your orgasm because he doesn't feel like letting you release... :(

how cruel...

[konigsblog]

Deprived of dad bod price these days 😔 just wanna grind on his hairy tummy

TW/CW; TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, ALCOHOL USE. MDNI 18+

miss writing about toxic!dadbod!price..🍺

john price doesn't mind whatever you do while he's watching the football, holding beer in his large hands, his other scarred hand lazily guiding your hips, rubbing your pulsing and tightening sex against him repetitively, whining through muffled moans and sobs.

he's quite unbothered and nonchalant, paying you no attention as you use his large and chubby body for your own enjoyment and pleasure. he knows that you'll suck him off afterwards as compensation, tasting the sweetness of your juices on his veiny, meaty shaft after riding him for a little. although, doing this comes with one rule, silence. he'll gag you if needed, darling, hush.

john price drunkenly curses you out for heaving and panting, slapping your dumb face and shaming you for being a naughty slag, a greedy whore for his attention.

you rock your hips back and forth slowly while whimpering at the slap to your face, smearing you sweet juices all over his happy trail, glistening and creating a creamy mess. he'll force you to clean the sticky, pearly, and slick mess you created with your warm tongue, his large and calloused hand on the crown of your skull, tugging on your hair and holding you against his chubby abdomen, the smell of sweat, cum, and beer leaving you light-headed. :(

[konigsblog]

toxic dadbod stepdad price who baby traps reader, saying it’s not her path to go to college and she’s to take her mothers place n do housewife stuff :3

tw/cw: stepcest, non-con, forced impregnation, forced breeding, intoxication, toxic!dadbod!price, stepfather!price, dark content, age gap/age difference.

dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+

it's his duty as your stepfather to make sure you're a respectful, young woman. it's his job to shape you into the best you can be, and perhaps he's abusing his role as a father figure, but john has bigger worries than what his pathetic, whiney stepdaughter wants. :(

as you're his stepdaughter, it's your duty to obey him without question, or at least he tells you. price can smell the alcohol from your breath, the faint essence of your perfume on your neck when he licks a stripe up your face drunkenly. bottles of beer lay around, along the coffee table, whilst your thighs are forced open by his large and calloused hands, warm hands wandering between your legs and into your lace panties.

he doesn't enjoy seeing you with so much independence, and you have been giving him so much attitude lately. you never liked price, you thought he was a sickening, selfish, greedy bastard that didn't think about anyone but himself. but, your mother was happy and that was all that mattered. you just wished she paid more attention to the sexual glares he'd give you, the way his words were lustful and dirty, and how you'd have hickeys on your neck when she returned from work.

it's his duty to shape you into an obedient woman, and it seemed that the only way to do this was to show his dominance, to show you your place and where you belonged by his side. the thickness of his girthy cock was agonizing as he sunk lower, deeper into your puffy pussy. your eyes were wet and your back arched with pleasure, too drunk to realise how horrible this was — how you were being taken advantage of.

john's hung balls pressed against your ass, and the impact from them smacking against your rear with each thrust was painful. your breathing quickened as his pace became relentless, tugging at your hardened nipples while slobbering all over you drunkenly — attempting to make out with you to stifle your cries.

he felt no remorse. after all, your mother was away on a work trip, and he had nothing to use as a fleshlight. you were the next best thing, or maybe even better — being so scared causing your cunt to tighten and pulse.

he fucked his hot, potent load deeper into you. rolling over, he laid on his back, breathing heavily. he didn't have the stamina of his younger self — the stamina of someone your age. he bucked his broad hips, bouncing you up and down, the tip pressed against your cervix and bruising it. pained and dumbfounded weeps left your lips as you passed out against him, heaving and whining out.

although, the next morning, you had no recollection of the night before. you didn't notice price's perverse gaze, you didn't understand his cruel and brutal smirk, the way your body felt violated and burned whenever you touched the cigarette burns and bruises along your thighs. it didn't take very long before symptoms became obvious, and you were sobbing your eyes out, completely lost and confused.

but, you connected the dots when you saw how adamant price was for you to keep the baby... this was his plan to keep you beside him, underneath him, so you'd understand your place beside a man like him.

[konigsblog]

t!db!stepdad! price PLEASE :3

toxic-dadbod-stepdad-price who needs his stepdaughter to fill his wife's spot.

tw/cw: non-con/dub-con, stepcest, blowjobs, intoxication, alcohol consumption, age gap/difference (reader's age is unspecified, but i'd say mid-20s.)

dead dove: do not eat. tell me i missed anything. :3 MDNI 18+

john doesn't like when other men look at his stepdaughter the way he looks at you. you're his stupid plaything, and he can't help himself from acting perverted over you. he doesn't trust other men, they'll take advantage of a drunken girl like you, just like he does.

your stepfather has cruel and unusual punishments, he doesn't feel guilty or ashamed though, not like others would feel acting this disgusting and overprotective of someone. he's deprived of sex, as your mother is away on a work trip. he needs someone to fill her spot, and you're just perfect for it.

he'll get you drunk, pouring vodka down your throat whilst he spits onto your tongue, your eyes glistening and looking up at him so obediently. glassy and glistening cheeks as you wrap your swollen lips around his shaft, slowly easing down onto his lengthy, hard dick and sucking him off sloppily and messily. you whimper quietly, sounds muffled by the thickness and musk of his hard dick, the scent filling your nostrils as you inch closer to his base.

his eyes are fixated onto the television, watching a football match whilst holding a cigar between his two, calloused fingers, the smoke filling the room whilst he takes swigs of straight vodka, grunting at the tightness of your lips around his wet cock. john's balls are hung, dripping with drool as you slobber all over his wet dick, eyes watering from shame. you're more ashamed as his stepdaughter to be going behind your mother's back like this, you just hope she'll understand.

the firmness of your stepfather's grip on your head is almost painful, having you cockwarm his dick with your pretty, warm and wet mouth. your cunt drools all over your panties, whining and squirming at the pulsating feeling against your tongue, as ropes of his hot release seep from his tip and run down your throat.