˚₊‧꒰ა el ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The thirst is real, dawg.

babe, ur mind is genuinely a palace. The thirst is real ✊ 18+

It was your idea, seeing how exhausted he was after coming home. You told him he needed a ‘strong drink and some pussy’ you were joking at first, and now he’s got you on his lap with his fat cock buried so deep inside you that you swear you can feel him prodding at your kidneys.

“You gotta relax baby, keep squeezing me like that, and I’ll bust early.” He chuckles warmly, voice softened by the whisky he’s been sipping on. You squirm, thighs clenching over his with a sort of dazed look plastered over your face. “Look at you, all drunk on my dick, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

You huff at his jeering, bottom lip jutting out. “Please, Leon, I wanna move so bad,” you mewl, heat pooling low in your belly, and he tuts in disapproval.

“I know, just a little more, yeah?” but it’s never just a little more with him.

He presses the rim of his whisky glass against your mouth, and you whine as the sharp smell tickles your nose. Your hands clutch at his big arms when he tilts the glass up, and what’s left of the liquor suddenly trickles down your chin and neck, riveting over your boobs.

You feel his dick twitch from where it’s nestled inside you, thick and heavy as he runs his thumb under your boob to smear the liquid over your hard nipple.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He breathes out gruffly, fumbling to place his now empty glass onto the bedside table before leaning in to lick the whisky off of your boobs— catching the droplets on his tongue with a low groan before closing his mouth around your nipple whilst he pinches at the other.

“Mm, whisky tastes so much better off these pretty tits, baby.” He moans into your warm skin, words all lazy and muffled where he’s still flicking his tongue over your rosy peak.

You arch into him with a shaky moan, fingers tangling in his hair, and you can’t help but grind down against him shamelessly as he drags his mouth up your collarbones to clean you up— leaving your skin all damp and sticky from the whisky and his spit, your pussy flutters around his thickness.

“God, please Leon, I need’ta cum so bad-” you plead, your cunt clenching around him tighter in need as his lips move over your jaw towards your eager mouth that’s already leaning into kiss him.

“Yeah, c’mere baby, lift your hips a little. Let me fuck you.” He soothes, leaning back slightly against the pillows with his big hands curled around the fat of your hips, and he’s soon fucking up into you, the fat head of his dick hitting that spot that has you quickly gushing all over him.