soft dykebreaking ☺️ laying in bed with cuddles and blankets and soft kisses, all hazy and warm. broad hands on your skin, your hips, feeling around your body and grabbing a bit when they get to a good part. whining and getting shushed when they float around your sweet spots, and finally sighing when they land where you want.
“does that feel good baby?” you nod. “i know it does. of course it would, you love it when i touch you like this.” you nod— of course you do, you cant get enough of it. his fingers circle your wet cunt, barely dipping in.
“pleeease,” you beg, hips floating upwards, trying to get more movement. the fingers leave— “nooooo, dont…”
“you take what i give and no more.” your hips are back on the bed in seconds, youre too needy to resist. “good girl.” a shiver.
the fingers return, and they start stretching you, and god, its like youve been waiting your whole life. youre so empty, too empty, focusing on the pleasure only empties your head out, leaving you even emptier.
“tell me the truth baby. youre not a lesbian, are you?” you whine again, hiding your face in the pillows. he only takes your chin and his hand and brings your focus to his eyes. “uh uh, you don’t get to hide, you gotta tell me baby. are you a lesbian? or were you just being ditzy, hmm?”
“i— i’m a leshahhhhh—“ you tried to fight, but then he thumbed at your clit and the words melted.
“what was that? you’re a what?”
“i—i— imma… im not a lesbiann.” another finger. “ffuckkfuck sir!”
“what a good girl, you’re not a lesbian, you’re right! there are a few thoughts left in that head. tell me baby, what are you?”
“mmmphgghimmm…” the fingers left, nooo, “m’too emptyy, nooo.” he shushes you, giggling a bit. everything feels so hot and ready to burst.
“so cute, so dumb. this might help jog your memory.”
fuckohmy god, finally, the emptiness in your cunt was gone. you felt his breath on your neck, you moaned and gasped, clawing for more. it felt too good.
“oh my godimnot a lesbian— im— im not a lesbian sir!” you gasped as he finally began thrusting. “im yours!! im your toy im made for your cockineed it i need youpleasee pleaseplease please…” the babbling continued, but you didnt really know what you were saying. you only knew it was true. a hand ran through your hair as you melted.
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