Crystalline Space Silk

because your boobs are so soft, and they’re squishy, they’re perky, they’re cute, they fit so perfectly in his rough palm— and, honestly, just seeing the subtle swell of them through whatever shirt you’re wearing is enough to have him popping a leaky boner and drooling with horny hearts in his eyes.

especially when you wear one of his shirts; fuck, its like looking at a piece of art. the most divine piece of art, to be more specific. so cute, so small— all of you. swallowed by his shirt and looking so comfy in it. and sometimes your nipples harden and poke through the fabric, which drives him fucking insane.

so insane that he can’t help but reach out and cup them, sometimes can’t help but twist the buds between his fingers just to feel you squirm and hear you whimper. can’t help but pull you into his lap so he can reach his hands around and squeeze, cock hardening almost instantly at the feel of the soft flesh so pliant in his large hands.

“such pretty fucking tits,” enjin murmurs as he does so, breath heavy and darkened, lungs shuddering with the pressure of how fucking turned on he is. “love groping you like this, baby. god, so fuckin’ hot.” you feel so good pressed against him, so fragile in his arms; his own sweet, pretty girl with the sweetest, prettiest tits.

but, oh, you’re so embarrassed by them. mutter about how small they are. that there isn’t even much there— that you don’t even know what he’s grabbing.

but you’re also moaning, so soft and hot, hips grinding over the bed below you and ass softly bumping against his throbbing cock. and when pulls one hand away to slip it between your legs, your pussy is already drooling a puddle into your panties.

“fuuuck, sweetheart,” he drawls, gut tense while his cock springs up in his sweats. “mmm, so fuckin’ wet. aww, does this pretty girl need attention too, hm? does she need my fingers, baby? yeah?”

you’re nodding so adorably, breath hitching as enjin slides his middle and ring finger through your puffy folds, spreading them so gently before expertly finding your clit and rubbing it in a circular motion that has you breaking into high mewls.

and your body moves like a wave, chest arching further into his touch and hips squirming to rub your achy clit into his hand. fuck, your pussy pulses when he finally decides to push his fingers inside, velvet walls sucking on them so gooey and sweetly.

“that’s it, li’l doll.” he coos, lips caressing the skin of your neck. “feel good, pretty girl. jus’ feel good f’me. lemme make this pretty body feel good.”

enjin’s so hard it fucking hurts, cock begging to be touched. to be squeezed. to be jerked and milked until his balls wrench and his head turns fuzzy. but he’s patient; god he’s patient. he waits until he’s fingerfucked your pussy into a melted, drool-y mess before he even lays you down to fuck you into oblivion.

and when he’s finally fucking you? god, he just loves watching your tits bounce to the rhythm of his thrusts. you’re convinced they don’t; but god, they do.

and it’s so, so fucking hot.

“so goddamn perfect,” enjin growls, eyes torn between watching your face and chest. he doesn’t really know which is prettier, which one he wants to focus on the most.

“body’s fucking perfect, baby. fuck, i— i love you. ya hear me? fuckin’ love you— and your fuckin’— nnngh— sweet, perfect body.” each word is punctuated by a deep, harsh thrust into your hot, squelching cunt; you can’t even fucking think right now, wrists pinned above your head and pussy stuffed so full. body simply overwhelmed by pleasure.

you’re shaking, trembling, breaking apart— his cock feels so good inside you, sliding against your gooey walls and kissing your deepest parts; his thrusts are aimed and designed to make you lose your mind, to make you clench and squeeze around him. to make you cum yourself stupid.

“atta fuckin’ girl,” he groans between wet slaps of skin. “takin’ my cock so good, yes, you are. fuck, so pretty. shit— need’a taste, baby.”

at first, you aren’t sure what he’s talking about. but then his head drops down and his hot lips are wrapped around your nipple, tongue flicking fast over the hardened nub.

and you can’t help but arch into that heat, into the attention. moans spill from your mouth while more slick coats his cock, making the slide so much messier. so much deeper. so overwhelmingly intense. too fucking good. he’s making you go so dumb for him.

your second orgasm of the night twists inside your gut before you can even register it, the combined sensations of his mouth working your sensitive nipple and his cock plowing into you over and over simply too much— and when he reaches his hand down to rub harsh circles into your puffy clit, it’s over.

it’s hot when it hits, fiery and white, almost blinding. your cunt pulses and you clit throbs under his fingers, eyes rolling back and body arching straight into his.

“that’s it, oh, fuck yes— i’ve got you, baby, let go f’me… fuck, your cunt— squeezin’ so tight. god, you’re gorgeous— fuck, keep comin’ on m’cock, baby.” he murmurs as he fucks you through your orgasm, mouth still hot over your tit, fingers rubbing you so fast that your thighs start to tremble and your hips quake.

it’s becoming too much too fast, that pleasure morphing into something sharp and uncomfortable as your high recedes. like liquid lightning shooting through your veins.

he’s not done, though. he still wants to worship those pretty, sweet tits of yours. wants to keep them in his mouth and hands. wants to feel them squished against his chest. it’s not his fault; he’s just obsessed with them…