rough messy sex, creampies, erotic asphyxiation
𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 love, love, loves to put his filthy little slut in a nasty headlock when's he's stuffin' her tight, warm holes from the meanest angles possible. he always cums the hardest when his beefy arms have your head locked the fuck in place.
his strong forearms snug underneath the meat of your thighs, exposing the slick petals of your folds and spreading your hole all the wider because he can. shouta adores full nelson - his large, rough hands are clamped down around your neck, the position forcing you to stare at where your bodies are joined.
his grueling thrusts would not be complete without the absolute monster he was packing underneath his deceptive pants. "sho, it's too... too much." the words catch in your throat, replaced with incoherent babbles that intensify each time his balls slap up against your ass.
"can't hear you, angel. you're sayin' it's too much but my balls are fucking soaked. that sound we're making? is cause of your slutty pussy, babygirl." there's no room to argue, not when you're folded in half like a damn lawnchair and your boyfriend won't give you a reprieve.
catch a hint of attitude with him and he'll abandon grading papers in favor of fixing that mouth of yours. there's nowhere to run - not when he's prying his fingers past your lips and digging into the wet flesh of your inner cheeks. "that's it, choke just like a good girl. suck on them a little for me."
he really let you have it once - got himself so pussy drunk that even he forgot how many creampies had leaked onto the sheets. he managed to hold up most of your body weight, your neck stabilized by the crook of his elbow. "don't want you to fuckin' breathe. feels so much better to cum when you're this dizzy."
what gets him off the quickest is when your small hands weakly grab at his arm. your inferior arm strength is zero match for a man, a pro hero at that, whose cock becomes even harder seeing you struggle.
shouta will wipe the sweat off of his brow with the same arm that's been drooled over for the past hour. "sh, angel. i've got you. no more roughing you up, think this cute pussy's had enough for tonight."
he doesn't mean to choke you almost like he would a villain, albeit without genuine lethal force. he can't help how violently his cock twitches when your desperate wails and pathetic whimpers reach his ears. calling him "too big," and "too much" all at once before he's even really started fucking you.
