sweetie

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Good question!

Being so much younger than Jack obviously meant he adored your body. Your soft, smooth skin, the way your thighs bounced as you walked, all the normal stuff. But he loved how you obsessed over him too. His face, his back his chest, but especially his arms.

The way they wrapped around you in the early mornings, sun peeking through the blinds when he gets in from a shift. Your own hands finding his firm biceps and giving them a sleepy squeeze as he nuzzles into you.

The way your eyes light up when his muscles flex and veins pop when he places his hands on the door frame and leans forward when your asking him what he wants for dinner from the kitchen. He never knows or cares, but somehow whatever you make him hits the spot.

Or when his head is between your legs and his arms reach over your stomach to knead your tits, his rough fingers pinching at the sensitive little buds, your hands holding onto his forearm for dear life.

How when you’re riding him he snakes his arms around your waist and holds you tight, using his force to bounce you on his throbbing cock while your nails scratch and dig at his biceps.

It’s done. It’s over. I’m cumming

Her strap is turned on the highest vibration setting and bottomed out inside your pussy. Being bent over like this, your ass on full display to her, was her favourite position.

She could perfectly see how the strap goes in and out of you and your back tattoo really just rounds it all up for her.

“My pretty baby, can Mommy move now? You said it was all too much and I think after 20 minutes of staying all still you should be fine, no?” Her tone is cruel, she knows that your brain shut off approximately 10 minutes ago, leaving you as a blabbering, dumbed down mess instead of the usually so composed girl.

𑣲⋆ andy indulging his hyperfem!gf's antics by letting her do girly stuff on him. . . "what are you doin', sugar?" "just for my tiktok and instagram, andy! 🥰" "okay, but don't show my face..." "mhm, don't worry i know you're camera shy 😙" 🌺

andrew knew it'd take time, but he can't help but feel his heart swell as he watches you, making dinner for him like a goddamn housewife. he truly was the luckiest man alive.

he remembers the day he first took you home, the way you kicked and screamed, even spat in his face like a fussy brat, which definitely didn't make him hard. he tried everything, making his voice as soft as he could, no sudden moves. but you still fought him.

even when he showed you the hairbrush he bought at the store, with hair ties and clips in your favorite colors, offering to do your hair for you to...how did he put it again? bond.

"c'mon, baby, it'll feel really nice. n you're hair's all messy from kicking around, ill be gentle, promise."

the look of disgust on your face almost made him feel bad for taking you away, but he reminded himself that this was necessary, the two of you were soulmates. you just didn't know it yet.

clearly, when you screamed at him, crying, "'m not your baby! you're sick, andrew!"

like he said, it took time, and eventually you let him feed you, and later, even dress you.

and now look at you, those same hairclips he bought placed carefully in your now, much longer hair.

padding over to him, sweetly kissing him on the corner of his mouth, telling him that dinners all ready, honey.

letting him pick you up and place you on the counter, lifting your dress, letting him slide his thick cock into your ready cunt, and even begging for him to cum inside, to get you pregnant for him, so you can be the perfect wife n give him a family like he's always dreamed about.