Schlong Dong

you remember the first exact time it happened — before that he’d been an absolute angel in bed; fucking you slow and sweet, letting you set the pace, pulling out to cum on your belly while he whispered “what a good girl you are”

until that one night — the job gone sideways, smurf and his brothers pissing him off to no end, that’s when he goes to you

pushes you against the wall, big hands pushing down on your shoulders to force you to the ground — and he follows, kneeling in front of you with shaky hands wrapping around your throat, peppering little kisses all over your face. he can practically smell the confusion rolling off of you as you whisper a quiet “andy?”, muffling your confused whimpers with the soft press of his lips against yours, whispering “yeah” — it’s not a question, not a response to your little whines, tightening his hands around your neck, “but ‘s not andy tonight, okay baby?”, tilting his head when you start stammering — “uh-uh, pope?”

he shakes his head, “no no no, c’mon” tilts his head back as he presses his tongue against his teeth, “you got it come on s…s”, and he smiles when you manage to croak out around the hands gripping your throat, “s…sir?” and he leans down, nipping at your lip as he nods

after that he doesn’t let you speak, pushes the wet lacey fabric of ur panties into your mouth, thumb holding your lips together so drool pools at the corners of your mouth as his other big hand pushes your tits together so he can fuck the warmth of your breasts

“no no don’t try ‘nd speak— i got ya, okay? be fucking quiet” and his voice is sooo gruff <3 thrusts speeding up every time you whimper. but you just don’t listen to him! and he can’t understand why, starting to get frustrated as he growls, trying to find a way to shut you up for real

MDNI 18+

It’s you sitting on his lap on the couch, making out with him with your hands cupping his face. You move and kiss his cheek and neck, biting softly at his freckled skin. Popes just groaning, leaning his head back in submission to your mouth.

But when you get to his ear and run your tongue around it he gasps, fingers tightening around your hips, his own bucking up into yours. You smile against it and move to the other one with your mouth, fingers running softly over the ear you just left.

You give it a soft kiss before biting softly at the earlobe. Pope lets out a groan deep from his throat and freezes up, hands stilling at your waist. You pull back, “y’ ok?” You ask, kissing his cheek.

MDNI 18+

You being so excited when he surprises you that after you spend a whole three days glued to his side you finally part, him going to see his family finally and you, shopping.

You hit Victoria secret the hardest, pretty bras and panties on the check out counter as you smile, getting out your card and paying. Coming back to your apartment popes already there, sitting stiffly on your couch.

“Andy” you sing excitedly, prancing over to him and plopping down on his lap, throwing the bag someone on the couch. He leans his forehead into your shoulder, breathing you in. “What’d you get up to today?” You ask, twirling his hair in your fingers.

He tells you, his eyes trailing down your body to where you’re sitting on his lap, then over to the bag. “Well,” you say, rolling off him and grabbing the bag. “I got some new pieces” you smile, dumping the bag out.

He watches you, seemingly relaxing a little finally. You stand up, pulling your tank top over your head without thinking, turning towards the standup mirror you have in the corner and unclasping your bra, grabbing the other.

It’s not sexual at all, it’s simply undressing and pulling tags off of a new bra. But Pope’s eyes are suddenly glued to the floor. You put it on and squeal turning towards him “what’d you think?” You ask twirling.

He grunts, eyes still on the carpet. “Andy” you ask softly, pushing your jeans down and grabbing the panties. He glances up and you and then quickly back down to the ground when he sees you pulling the baby pink thong up your thighs.

He can feel his cock stiffening in his jeans, his hands interlinked over it, trying to hide it. You smirk a little to yourself “m’ just changing andy” you giggle, turning back to the mirror “we’ve had sex everyday since you’ve been out, you can look” you smile, watching him through the mirror.

His eyes trail up your body slowly, letting out a shaky breath he stand up. You watch him with a smile and nod of little encouragement. His hands shake a little as he comes behind you, before resting them on your hips, pulling you back into him. He trails his nose from your shoulder to your ear, inhaling you.

“S’ good to me” he mutters into your skin, making you giggle and lean further back into his broad body. One of your hands trail up to his hair and run through it while he plants little kisses to your neck. Eventually he looks at you in the mirror and almost whimpers. His hands moving to paw at your tits that are covered in a pretty lacy baby pink bra.

You smile, watching him through the mirror, knowing you won’t be trying anymore on tonight.

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MDNI 18+

The big mirror on his dresser he has set up in front of his bed is rarely used to check how he looks before he leaves for a shift, he really couldn’t care less about that.

What its main purpose is, is to look at you.

He’s got his bare back against the dark wooden headboard of his bed, you sitting on his cock with your back to his chest as you move. From this angle in his room he can see every inch of you and it makes his head a little floaty.

Your front side reflects back to him from the mirror, your perfect tits, beautiful blissed out face, pretty pussy, he can see it all.

But he can also look down and see your ass. Watch how it squishes up against his tummy every time you grind down on him. He can see your hair that’s easily accessible to grab, doing so he’s pulling your head back so he can kiss your neck, it’s perfect!

His other hand snakes around and down your waist to your cunt, big fingers starting to circle your clit. You go limp against him, falling back into his chest and breathing heavily, little “jack”’s floating from your perfect mouth. He’s nodding into your shoulder as you clench up around his cock.

“Yeah? Feel good honey?” He whispers into your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder and watching you through the mirror. You’re nodding, your tummy clenching up as you come around him.

His eyes moving from your pretty face to your tits to your cunt that’s sucking him in. His mouth is hanging open and soft airy whimpers are flowing out of it. The mattress squeaking beneath you.

His hands are grabbing at your hips, thumbing at them softly. A soft “ffuuuucck sweetheart” coming out of his mouth. “feels so good andy” you moan, grabbing at your tits and letting your head drop back onto your shoulders. “yeah?” He whispers, cock twitching inside you.