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can ppl i donât know stop calling me baby/babe/sexy/cutie/love etc. also i do NOT need nor want a sugar daddy go away

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pope cody 18+ mdni !!!
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âIâ I just donât wanna hurt you, baby,â Pope moans, his fingers digging into your waist.
Pope Cody who is just so obsessed with his girls legs that he begs you to let him fuck your thighs.
He loves the way you look splayed out naked in front of him, unresisting as he presses your legs together and lifts them up so both of your ankles are resting over one of his shoulders.
Heâd hold your ankles in place, running his fingers up and down the surface of your lower legs and leaving little kisses on the sensitive skin there as he thrusts himself between your plush thighs.
Pope Cody with doctor reader (maybe she got her license revoked after a surgery gone wrong so she does medical care for career criminals) đsheâs extra sweet to him and always makes sure heâs comfortable and stitched up just right
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okay i LOVE this. all the cody brothers take turns going to the garage to get stitched up by you, pope always in the corner, watching, waiting his turn. in the beginning, you would always check in, asking if he needed to be seen by you first--but he would just shake his head, gesturing to craig on the table, "n-no i can wait. get him fixed up first."
his brothers caught on before he did, knowing pope wanted to sit in while you tended to them, to keep an eye on you, be closer to you. pope's got a little crush n they totally tease him about it.
pope always waits to be patched up last--wanting you to take your time with him, without any sort of interruption. you know that he's stalling, normally a couple little cuts and bruises would take minutes to tend to--but you know he likes a little fussing from you. closes his eyes, sighing when you put your fingers on his eyebrow cut, softly placing a bandage there, whispering, "all cleaned up."
one night he comes home with his arm marred, blood dripping off of him as he holds it, stumbling onto the nearby stool to sit down. you're in the middle of treating deran, gasping as you run over to him, "andrew! oh my god--this looks bad. i have to treat that now."
peeling his arm away from his body, he grunts, wincing as you take a closer look, insisting that he's fine and that you can finish up with deran. his eyes look a bit wild, probably from the shock of the pain, so you take your hand and place it on his cheek, turning his face to yours, making eye contact. "andy-- you have to let me treat this, okay? it's sweet you don't want to interrupt me but this is a priority."
he blinks, eyes flicking to where your hand meets his face, features softening. "okay?" you whisper one more time to him as deran moves, knocking something over in his attempt to leave you two alone. pope flinches, growling almost as he barks at deran, "get. out!"
"jesus, pope--chill! i'm going!" the garage door shuts, leaving you two alone as you get started on working on his arm, pope watching you with focused eyes the entire time, letting you mumble and whisper to him stitch him up. âĄ
âą content. pope cody x reader. slightly sub!pope. use of âpupâ. handjĂśb.
pope cody who shows up at your door past midnight, hands shoved in his pockets, jaw set tight, tired around the edges. no text. no warning. just him.
you open the door and look at him soft, the way nobody does anymore, and he doesnât know what to do with that. steps inside slow, like heâs still deciding if he deserves to be here.
he probably doesnât think he does.
and somehow it ends up like this. pope on his back, your hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking him slow and easy while he buries his face into your chest. hiding. fingers curled into your shirt, clinging, whimpering these small broken sounds against your skin that heâd never let anyone else hear. heâs already leaking, wet against your palm, hips twitching up with every lazy drag of your hand like he canât help himself.
pope cody who whines and noses further into your chest when you slow your hand, chasing the friction, desperate and shameless about it.
pope cody who is completely gone. melting under your hands like heâs been starved for this. for someone to just be gentle with him.
âyou gonna cum for me, andy?â you ask it sweet, honeyed, fingers tightening just slightly on the upstroke.
he nods into your chest. âyeahâ he breathes, hips stuttering up into your hand. âyeah, sâgood, donât stopââ his hand comes up to paw weakly at your wrist, not stopping you, just holding on.
âgood pup,â you murmur into his hair and he licks a slow stripe up your neck without thinking, instinctive, then goes very still like he surprised himself. a whine climbing up his throat anyway, hips rolling desperate and unsteady into your hand.
pope cody who comes apart quietly after that, shivering, face still pressed to you like he canât stand to be looked at right now. embarrassed by how much he needed it. by how fast those two words took him there.
you card your fingers through his hair and he exhales, slow and shaky.
he thinks he might be ruined by you.

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need to be an equally possessive gf w pope⌠I could match his freakđ¤ lookin like the âis this allowedâ vine
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pope thinks he's weird for watching you while you sleep? you're taking photos of him while he's napping and putting them into a folder called "eepy andy đ đž". he's so deeply endeared when he finds out
you've got him giggling and blushing all the time and his brothers are terrified of you and the power you hold, having their menacing big brother curling into your side. you two go on the most unconventional dates. sometimes you go to the grocery store and just rearrange the shelves together (#mydreamdate)
pope tells every woman who looks in his direction that "I have a girlfriend. I love her a lot." partly because it's true, but also he'd feel sooo guilty about anyone else thinking they'd have a chance with him when he's so ridiculously obsessed with you
being possessive with him in bed too <3 nails biting into his shoulders and raking down his back, whispering, "you're mine, andy, n' i'm yours, right? 's just us, forever?" and he groans, picking up the pace as he grinds deep into you, "yeah, baby, 's just us."
Thinking about Pope Cody clearly wanting to be intimate with you but refusing to make a move until you give him express permission to do so (early days maybe, thinking about the scene on Amy's couch...) so he's stuck there, hands bunched up into meaty fists by his still clothed thighs, bulge about to bust out his pants from how hard his dick is, a dark wet spot on his pants right where the tip of his cock sits betraying his excitement....
N it's sooo cute...he's all pink in the face, lips swollen from where you two had been sharing kisses on your couch, eyes pleading for more, his labored breath coming in hot puffs against your face as he refuses to ask when he clearly wants it... doesn't even cross his mind that he can ask, really.
"Andy~" You murmur all sweet from where you'd been sitting pretty in his lap, your arms slung around his neck like you own him. "Don't you wanna touch me, baby?"
Because, see, you're awfully touchy about big, brawny Pope. You have been since the moment you got together, driving him fucking crazy with your coy touches and caresses. One of your hands busies itself cards through his auburn curls, the other fiddling with the top button of his shirt, loving the way he's riling himself up so quick at some kisses and touches. The way his hips buck up in short, aborted thrusts and his breath stutters something awful when you plant slow, lipgloss sticky kisses up his jaw.
N poor, sweet, shy Pope who's thick cock is twitching and leaking pre under your ass, who's hands are itching to grab at you and flip you over the arm of the couch, who's so loyal to you that he'd rather bust his pants untouched than risk scaring you with an unwanted touch, grunting out in that low monotone voice of his "You never said I can.." all shakey n a bit pitched...đ
Oh and when you give the go ahead, more than eager to have his rough paws on you? Best believe he's taking handfuls, straight grabbing. Gripping both your asscheeks like they're gold, squeezing n kneading, pushing your panties to the side so he can get to the good stuff immediately. Delights in hearing your moans in his ear as he guides you to grind against his throbbing length, teeth itching bad to sink into the soft flesh of your shoulder as his body starts to buzz so he settles for sloppy, open mouthed smooches instead...fingers dug so deep in your soft thighs that you'll definitely be seeing purple finger bruises for daysss after.
And when you finally have enough of rutting like a bunch of horny teens and pull back, eyes glazed n pupils blown wide, whining something about "Andrew just fuck me already-"? oh baby you best believe from the hungry look Pope's giving you that you're about to get folded like origami asap, your poor kitty won't even know what hit it. You gave him permission after all đ
craig comes across andrew and his gf's homemade videos (18+)
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as per usual, craig could totally justify himself in his actions.
it wasn't like he'd walked into pope's room in search for the tiny little digital camera that now resided in his hands. he had an iphone at his disposal, what the hell would he use a digital camera for?
but it was the content of the tiny screen that had caught his attention.
pope tapping his lips whenever he wants a kiss MEOW
this is canon. idc, i make the rules! pope's not huge with words, more talkative some days more than others, and with you he knows he can be himself--giving you gestures, wordlessly grabbing you to hold you close, small acts of love where words aren't needed.
loves to make you your favorite dinner, bringing the plate over to you, setting it down to then tap his lips, causing you to sit up, giving him a quick kiss as a thank you. sitting out by the pool, he turns you to face him, tapping his lips so that you'll lean forward, getting lost in the feeling of the kiss. has you seated on a stool in the garage, watching him work on something for his next job, caging you in between him and the work table, tapping his lips.
one night you have the pie laid out on the dining room table, waiting for the boys to get home when you hear the front door open, heavy steps coming down the hallway. pope and his brothers walk in, job successful, grabbing the plates off the table. pope skims your waist as he walks behind you, moving to sit down, and you walk up, standing between his thighs as you tap your lips. he smirks, leaning in to kiss you--pulling you down onto his lap, tongue tangling with yours.
craig groans from beside you, plate scraping the table as he gets up, taking his dessert elsewhere.. <3
Okay but letting Pope panty fuck but tell him no penetration. He starts out so well(we all know heâs a panty fiend) but as he keeps going and sees your blissed out face, hearing his name on your tongue, he just ends up fucking you raw. Going so deep and until youâre crying his name and so cold drunk you donât even care when he comes inside
this gave me chills a bit anon⌠i might love u⌠âĄ
18+ minors do not interact !! cw: a bit of cnc
popeâs on top of you, mouth slightly open, pupils dilated as he watches his cock run through your pretty lace panties, smearing his precum all over your weeping pussy. he tries, really tries so hard to convince you to let him in, whining and pouting above you, taking his cock down to tease your hole.
âandyâfuck. be a good boy... only in the panties.â
he groans, placing his hand by your head, leaning down to kiss you sloppily. you love the way the head of his cock nudges at your clit, making your whole body tingle, making the biggest wet spot on your panties n pope. youâve cum twice already, a bit fucked out as you moan, âdoing so good for me, andyââ
he canât take it anymore when you arch your back, telling him youâre so close, listening to the way his balls slap your ass, the way your sticky cum sounds as he grinds his cock through your folds. canât help it when he moves down to your hole, shoving inside you in one go, loving the way you clamp around him, pulsing.
he throws his head back, grabbing your hips to pull you onto his cock harder, whimpering, ââm sorryâfeels too good, please donât be mad at meâiâm sorry, fuck.â
you coo, stretching your arms out on the bed as you grind your hips, meeting his thrusts half way, âawh, andyâyou were such a good boy for me, you can have me. deserve it.â that spurs him on, groaning a string of âthank youâthank youâs as he fucks you, losing himself in your pussy, becoming such a sweet, fucked out, subby mess. :((

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youâre standing in his doorway, trying to stop pope from leaving to go on his first job back with his brothers, wearing his favorite panties of yours, his favorite bra. âandyâcâmon just a quickie, they wonât notice!â
he walks up, looking down at you over his nose, huffing as he tries to move you. you trip a little, twisting to wrap your arms around his neck. âpleaseâyouâve been gone so long, baby. i miss you.â you run your fingers over his scalp, watching him debate this in his head.
âfine. only if you shut up about itân make it quick. this is my first job back.â
you squeal. bouncing on your toes as you take his hand, guiding him towards the bed, having him sit against the headboard in his camo pants, army green top. fuck, he looks so good. veins on display and all.
you sit down on his lap, lifting up his green shirt, running your hands along his abdomen before fiddling with the button of his pants, dragging his zipper down to take out his hard cock. you start to pump him, relishing in the way he feelsâso hard and so soft, before heâs grunting, âquit playing with it.â
you roll your eyes, âso strictâthey wonât leave without you,â n you lift up as pope helps you, taking his finger to pull your panties to the side as you sink down on his cock, moaning and arching your back at the feeling. youâre still not used to his size with him being back, didnât forget how big he was, just need time to adjust.
once heâs bottomed out, pope guides you by your hips, up and down slowly, gritting his teeth as youâre moaning like a fucking porn star above him. âfuck, andrew! so bigâoh my god, oh my god!â
it feels animalistic the way you fuck himâscratching him through his army green shirt, biting on his ear, throwing your head back, hands to your tits to play with your nipplesâpope loves it, loves watching the way your pussy swallows his cock, fabric of his pants chafing your thighs.
youâre lost in each other, donât even hear it when deran bangs on the door, yelling for pope to come out, âquit fucking! weâve gotta go!â when pope finishes inside you, poor boy scrambles to get up n button his pantsânot wanting to miss this job as youâre giggling on the bed.
popey love clit :( soft clit
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popey love clit!!!!!!!! :( :( popey loves ur clit soo much...
it's his fav stim toy. he crawls down the bed and tugs softly at your panties until he can finally get his lips around it, and then he stays there for hours, just gently sucking and licking at it while his mind goes blank!! your fingers tangle into his dark curls, scratching softly at his scalp. sweet pope is in heaven
his hands grip your thighs, tugging them close around his head because he loves the pressure. it barely even registers as sexual for him because it just makes him feel safe and sleepy :( he loves the feeling of ur clit in his mouth, it's so soft and fun to flick with his tongue. it's just an added bonus that it makes you come
when the two of you are at home, he always has a hand down your panties so he can toy with your sweet little bud. he'll come up to you while you're doing the dishes and just silently shove his hand in ur pants, rubbing your clit while he nuzzles into your hair and nips at your earlobe đľâđŤ and then when your back starts to arch against him and you get distracted, he murmurs "baby, gettin' soap everywhere..." but he's not really mad <3
sometimes when you're in public and he gets stressed u catch pope looking longingly at your pussy, his fingers twitching towards you before he gives a heavy sigh and pulls them back, turning away from you to avoid the temptation :( pls give him a kiss and promise him he can have clit time when you get back home!!!
manipulative pope cody + âjust the tip?â + breeding kink drabble :3
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*nasty smut below the cut teehee* ! mdni !
pope cody hates that you make him wear a condom, that you have been making him wrap it up for the entire two month relationship. he feels itâs an unnecessary barrier keeping him from feeling all of you and filling you up properly. but, he agreed the first time because he was so desperate to be inside you. always has been. always will be.
now, even after youâve fucked more times than he can count while protected. heâs fed up. he knows that youâll like it bare. that youâll need it. that youâll never make him wear a stupid condom again when you learn how good it feels when he sinks into you raw. you just need his help. need your strong, heroic boyfriend to take that step that you cant take yourself. god, heâs so good to you. thatâs what he tells himself when he formulates his plan.
White Feather Hawk â Jack Abbot
pairing â jack abbot x fem!reader
summary â loving jack always had a price. you just assumed youâd seen the worst of it.
warnings â 7.1k words. MINORS DNI!! explicit sexual content (unprotected piv sex), divorce, ex-spouses with a major case of unresolved feelings, toxic relationship dynamics, codependency, alcohol use, unexpected pregnancy, discussion of abortion and reproductive choice, crying, emotional distress, also the past relationship details are left vague
authorâs note â whipped this up bc i could not stop thinking about this plot đŹ yk i love a gooood angst + this one should be multiple parts!!
If you knew your ex-husband was going to be at the bar, you would have gone straight home. The only point of getting drinks after a shift was to stop being a person whoâd had that shiftâto sit in a sticky booth with people whoâd seen the same bad day and let it dissolve into something cheapâand Jackâs presence anywhere had the effect of making you more yourself, not less; a woman performing being completely okay for an audience of one whoâd seen you cry over burnt lasagna on your two-year-anniversary and had the terrible indecency to remember it.
But you didnât know. Dana had said a few of them were going to the bar after the night shift took over, and youâd heard it would only be a few of them and not done the thinking on whoâd be working the night shiftâyouâd assumed him, because he was always there, always fucking there. So you walked in already loosened, your badge clipped to your waistband, and you were three steps into the warm beery dark before you saw the back of his head in the corner booth.

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if it wasn't for the nights - titus danforth x reader
pairing: titus danforth x reader
song: if it wasn't for the night by ABBA
warnings: wife!reader, petulant titus who wants to spend all of his time with his wife, smitten titus, titus lowkey whines like a child
requested by: anon
authors note: this fic was requested from my birthday event! the fic is inspired by the song that was chosen
You could hear Titus ranting angrily as he stormed down the hallway to your bedroom. You smiled to yourself, relaxing further into the clawfoot tub you were soaking in, and waited for your husband. Titus stomped into the ensuite bathroom, yanking his jacket off and throwing it blindly at the vanity as he stalked over to the tub. You glanced up at him as he came to a stop at the tubs edge, his breathing quick and angry as he looked down at you.
"Every person I spoke to today is an imbecile!" Titus complained, his arms stretched wide in disbelief and his mouth turned down in a pouting frown. Your eyebrows creased downward in sympathy and you reached up for him with a wet hand, beckoning him.
"Come join me baby. You can tell me all about your day." You didn't have to tell him twice. Titus stripped and climbed into the tub with you in record time, sinking into the hot water and leaning back against your chest. You slipped your arms under his and held him close while he told you his woes.
"Not a single person could get anything right! No matter how much I threatened them." Titus let his head fall back onto your shoulder and he looked up at you with sad eyes.
"All I wanted to do today was spend it with you." Titus whined petulantly as he pressed his forehead against the side of your neck and the underside of your jaw.
"Oh me too baby." You cooed, your fingers moving soothingly over his sides. "But we both had our own meetings to attend. The world isn't going to run smoothly if we're not pulling the strings." The groan from deep in Titus' throat was his only response to you as he pressed his face further against you. You smiled lightly, amused by his reaction. You knew he was annoyed by all the work that came with wearing the ring.
"It's not fair, I missed you so much I felt like I wasn't going to make it. Today was the longest we've been apart since we got married. I can't be away from you all day."
"We'll have to have our schedules coordinated better so this doesn't happen again." You said, agreeing with him. Titus sighed and let himself fully relax against you, his weight on top of you pleasant and comforting. You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and rested your face in his silver curls.
You truly did agree with Titus, you didn't like spending a whole day apart. You enjoyed your husbands company and ruling the world was exhausting, you needed Titus to lean on and kiss for strength. The two of you were never far from the other and you hadn't spent a single night alone since you married a year ago, which was a streak that you wanted to keep going.
"How about we cancel our days tomorrow and spend all day in bed?" You suggested, your breath warm on Titus scalp. "We can tell everyone that we're working hard to keep the Danforth line going and that it's a priority moving forward." You felt Titus' excitement through the way his body shifted from relaxed in your arms to alert.
"That's a great idea." Titus mused and you didn't need to see him to know he was smiling. He tilted his head back further until he was nose to nose with you and you met him halfway to press a kiss to his lips. You felt all of the tension and annoyance of the day melt out of your husband under your touch and satisfaction bloomed in your chest that the man who ruled the world found peace in your arms.
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âś pairing | andrew pope cody x f!reader, titus danforth x f!reader, jack abbot x f!reader âś word count | 1.1k âś warning(s) | đ smut; dirty talk, praise kink, begging, overstimulation, squirting, orgasm control, desperate, soft dom!jack abbot, rough, teasing, breeding kink, pet names, choking, prone bone, spooning, mating press, multiple orgasms, size kink âś notes | for anon 𩷠follow up of this fic.
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prone bone | titus danforth fucks you fast and rough. rippling strength and punishing thrusts as he forces you to take what he gives; a starving bloodhound unmuzzled and set free with greedy hands and a hungry mouth. bullies your pussy into submission as he claims the softness of your body, hammering into you until you're slick and stupid, soaking his cock in sticky gushes of cum over and over and over again as he drives himself to exhaustion. leaves you shaky and half aware as he keeps you pinned beneath his weight, chest plastered to your back as dense thighs wedge between your legs to keep you spread open and wide. and when you claw at silken pillows for purchase, he chuckles. locks a forearm around your throat like a collar, the thick muscles squeezing down on your voice box as he tugs you harder into the crushing weight of his chest. suffocating, surrounding as your thoughts scatter like confetti. head floating and fuzzy as your vision glazes over, pulse pounding in your ears as all your focus narrows in on the burning heat of him behind you. the sweat slick catch of his skin over yours, the heady scent of his cologne clogging your nose as he grunts rough and exhales harsh, riding you hard. helpless and at his mercy while liquid fire coils low in your belly, your poor clit aching for attention he won't give until you're overstimulated and sobbing. when you whine - a choked, reedy little noise - and drool, he rewards you with a filthy drag of his tongue over your fluttering pulse point. you voice cracks when you beg him to cum, pump you so full you'll be leaking for days, "please, please, please." he responds by slamming his fat cockhead into your cervix, little kisses of pain-pleasure dancing along your nerves as you moan low and pitiful. then his chin hooks over your shoulder, stubble rubbing your neck raw from friction, growling into your ear, "that's it, fuckin' take it like a good girl. i'm not done with you yet."
spooning | jack abbot fucks you slow and leisurely. nuzzles his face into the back of your neck, his breath puffing across your skin shivery and warm as he rocks his hips into yours. tender as he takes his time mapping out your body. one arm is supporting your head like a pillow, stretched out under you across the bed while the other drapes down along your flank. brackets you in his embrace while a calloused palm massages the outside of your thigh. grinds close to hear you moan softly, feel the way your pussy clamps down on his fat cock, squelching. stuffed full and spread wide as silken walls struggle to squeeze around the girth of his shaft. all while you beg him to press in deeper, thrust faster, use you harder. he just hums in response to your whining as he follows the path of your curves, touches unhurried and caressing. questing and questioning. noting what makes your pretty mouth drop open in a gasp. cataloging what patterns on your aching little clit make you jolt in his arms. learning what touches make your brain short circuit and your pussy drool, thighs sticky and trembling. he cups the underside of your breast, the pad of his thumb circling your areola in meandering, teasing patterns. plays and plucks the tender bud until you arch and whine his name, head lolling back over his shoulder. sheathed inside you, his cock pulses once, twice. a solid weight that drags along the sensitive front wall of your pussy, kisses your g-spot. you twitch, nerves on fire, your bones threatening to rattle out of your skin. âplease, jack - ooh fuh⌠ck - âm so close. it feels so good, just wanna cum, please let me cum.â he shushes you, low and authoritative. drops a string of kisses up the slope of your neck until he reaches your ear lobe where he rolls the fat between his teeth. kicks his hips forward to sheath his cock inside of you to the hilt, groaning at the silken squish of your gummy walls as you tremble around him. pets a hand over the soft swell of your lower belly, right over where heâs seated inside you, and murmurs, âsh, thereâs no need to rush. weâve got plenty of time, sweetheart. let me make you feel good.â his jaw rubs against your cheek affectionately, his stubble coarse and electrifying on your skin. âbesides, i wanna see how messy you can get.â
mating press | andrew pope cody fucks you close and intimate. deep and desperate as he folds you in half so far your tits nearly touch your knees, your ankles dangling around his shoulders as your feet bounce with the short, heavy momentum of his thrusts. keeps you pinned open and vulnerable with his biceps as a low throated curse of your name escapes his slack mouth, your sopping pussy spread wide around the fat girth of his cock. the blunt head scrapes over sensitive walls, grinding deep to massage your cervix. every time his pelvis slaps into your throbbing clit, you sob, toes flexing and tears gathering along your lash line as a tsunami of pleasure crashes over you in pulsing waves of heat that fizz and pop across your skin like champagne. âyeah,â he breathes, âthatâs it, just like that.â sweat gathers, baby hairs sticking to your forehead as every in-stroke punches little moans out of you. âsâfull,â you slur, eyes glazed and pupils blown, cock drunk and drooling. âa-andy, pleaseâŚâ youâre so full you can barely breathe, lower belly bulging with the push-pull of his cock. he refuses to pull out too far, keeps himself buried nice and snug inside you like heâll die if he doesnât. âjust a lil moreâŚâ he tucks his face into the crook of your neck, smothering his pants and groans. damp curls tickle your ear as lips kiss up and down the slope of your shoulder, hot and messy. a flicker of tongue and a hint of teeth. you arch into the crush of his chest, nipples pebbled and dragging over his pecs. the forearms he wrapped around your back flex, the hands anchored on your ass tightening. the plush fat spills between his kneading fingers, and he uses his grip to guide you up to meet him thrust for thrust, grind for grind. keening, your hands squeeze his sides, nails digging into his ribs, the muscles rippling with the movement of his body. he pauses to feel the clutch of your walls, the wet squelch of your needy pussy as slick gushes out to soak his balls where they rest against your ass, âyâfeel so - hhah - so good. i canât⌠fuck, wanna cum inside. please let me.â
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