undead loser girl

Abby 💖

a/n: wrote majority of this in a half-asleep, half horny state last night. guess I rly just wanna get railed lololol. and as always my works are intended for adults only, minors buzz off. enjoy freaks xx.

until your legs are shaking and you’re having a trouble keeping up with that relentless pace you started with because you’re thighs are practically burning with the effort. and abby notices, god, of course she does. how could she not when you’re whimpering pathetically into the crook of her neck and hardly able to rock your hips down onto her cock like you had been for the last half an hour.

on any other occasion, she would’ve made you beg for it, held you in place and kept her strap buried to the hilt inside you. and she’d throughly enjoy watching the way you’d writhe and cry on her lap until you finally told her what you needed. but abby was feeling generous tonight.

because she was still replaying the way you practically jumped her when she got back from patrol, barely letting her shut the door behind her before she was shoved back against it. but she didn’t complain when you tugged her shirt over her head, her breath hitching as you pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat and continuing lower until you reached her sternum.

she was reminiscing about how pretty you looked when you eagerly sunk to your knees, glancing up at her from under your lashes as you finished undressing her—right there in the entryway. the way your eyes fluttered shut, sighing in content when she guided your head between her thighs and you let her use your tongue over and over again until the evidence of her was dripping down your chin.

so without another word, abby grips onto your hips tighter, driving her strap up into you with such suddenness and force that it punches a surprised moan from your throat—because fuck that’s exactly what you needed. but she doesn’t stop, not even after she’s coaxed an earth-shattering orgasm from you, she just keeps bouncing you on her cock.

and all you can do is take it, nails digging into the taut muscles of her shoulders as you practically sob against her from the delicious overstimulation.

guess all those hip thrusts at the gym really paid off, huh?