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There’s something so intense about the feeling of the big man’s fangs digging in your skin , on that thick vein at your throat — whatever substance flooding your bloodstream at the moment you’re convinced is the reason why the dizziness in your senses tingle harder , it has you clamping down on the length gutting you open , molding and sliding along heated walls . You can barely scream anymore , having been at it since dawn . Price cannot contain the need to fill your body with all of him , energy , tranquilizer , cum — all of it . Blood is all over the deep brown cotton sheets , the fluff comfort of the leopard pillow laying sideways underneath your head brings some kind of mental support , clap . Clap and clap again of your plump cheeks on his gutty pelvis , rubbing on those curly pubes as his sweat drip down the arch of your back “ m’gunna faint …. D…addy…. “ another huff , lids opening as you stare meekly at your lover , latching with life with his paws stuck at your curves . He only licks at another seep of blood , grounding gaze hinting you that he’s long gone himself . Not saying a word only the next bump of hips and a scrunch on nose announce his orgasm “ you’re ovulatin’ sweets…” a grunt then his tongue comes to lick at your cheek , staining it with blood “ let Dada do his job hmm ? Daddy’s got u covered …. Close those eyes “ Eventually and weirdly enough you went into slumber , gently . Letting Price slide back inside for the rest of the morning .

Forces you to rewatch old sextapes of you both because he’s a fucking menace , pretty irises drag along the old square tv screen where the camera’s zooming in the way your plump tits bounce in a steady rythm while his length — Wet and glistening in your slick , slipped and slid inside your pussy . Thumb playing with your sensitive bud . Moans echo in old crunchy waves from the old square tv — a sly smile appears upon his features , fingers squeezing harder at your jaw as your teeth clenched beneath the greyish tape slapped on your lips , inside of your mouth feeling as dry as your mascara , staining those pretty blushed cheeks . “Hmmphf ! “ he coos at your poor attempt at wording “ what’s that ? Awe such big feelings in this little body … we can’t have that now can we buns ? “ his own hair is slightly tangled in your curly afro— the heat is getting stronger and by the way your lover’s pressing your naked body against his clothed one adding to the horrible humidity flying around the small living room , no fan in sight . Fucker deliberately brought it out the room and now your head’s turning . “ Too hot ? Well that’s too bad , keep watching . That’ll teach you to be less petty … gettin’ on my nerves and shit “ one finger slides through your folds with ease , you immediately try to curl your body in many different directions — whines pull out of your puffed out chest , feet kicking . He only kisses the side of your head before mumbling things grosser than the ones before at your ears leaving you in a crying state all the rest of the afternoon. Next day only noise your remember are your own and the ones from the storm passing by your house , whistling at closed wooden windows .