Come to me before bed, swollen and shirtless, tugging your boxers down to spare your stretched belly even the slightest pressure from the waistband. Groan as you lower yourself into bed. We already know you're too full to cum, but that didn't stop me cumming twice, and you getting hard and desperate to watch me at it. We're both exhausted, but nobody is any less sexy.
So I beacon you over to my side of the bed. I want you to roll onto me, to lay as much of your weight on me as I can take. You're way too stuffed to lie on your stomach, but you can lie in your side, that impressive gut burying my torso, my breasts just barely squishing out to bulge into your hands. I can feel you hard and leaking against my thigh, brushing my cunt.
I want you to pant in my ear. Moan when I start rubbing you. Risk moving all the way over, risk crushing me. Show me how huge and heavy and hard you are. Tell me how you're going to rail me in the morning.
Close your eyes and drift off to the sound of me whimpering, still unable to get enough of you. You have done so much, given me everything, and I want more. Let me wrap my arms around you and whisper, over and over again like I'm possessed, that you have filled me, finished me, broken me. Let the feeling of being stretched to bursting, burying my little body with your huge one, and being held so completely that you're not sure where we begin and end, overwhelm every sense.
You don't have to understand a word I say, or understand why I am still shuddering, still trembling and grasping. You will just know. I need you like this. Your job is the easiest and the hardest in the world, but pressed into me, half way to oblivion, you know you couldn't be anything else, and I cannot accept anything less.
My good boy. My perfect darling. My fattened, fed beast. I don't want to see, hear, or feel anything but you, all of you, for me.
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