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hung!rafe who’s favorite position is face down, ass up with his chest plastered to your back, one hand fisted in your hair or wrapped around your throat, lips brushing your ear while he slowly feeds every thick inch into you.

hung!rafe who is visibly hung even while soft. when he pulls his cock out, it’s long, he’s around 9 inches hard. he’s very thick, and heavy. the shaft is a few shades darker than the rest of his body with thick veins running along the length. the tip is a flushed, swollen pink red color that gets even darker and shinier when he’s fully hard and leaking. it’s noticeably big and rounded, making his whole cock look intimidating.

hung!rafe who once is buried balls deep, he drops his full weight on you, carefully but heavy enough that you can’t escape from him purposefully. his chest is hot and solid against your back, one arm wrapped around you so his hand can pin your wrists or wrap around your throat lightly.

hung!rafe who loves filling you up. he’ll push in as deep as possible when he cums, hips stuttering, moaning your name like a prayer. then he stays inside you after, keeping his cum plugged deep while he kisses your neck and whispers how beautiful your babies would look.

hung!rafe who lives for your physical reactions. he lives for the way you get shy and nervous under him because he can feel it. the second he starts murmuring dirty praises and teasing you, your walls clamp down around his cock like a vice and your legs shake uncontrollably, he never misses to moan right in your ear when it happens.

hung!rafe who is agonizingly slow at first. he pushes the fat head in and watches your face, jaw clenched, veins in his neck standing out from holding back. “breathe, baby.” he’d coo, then once he bottoms out, he stays there, grinding deep, letting you feel every inch while he watches how struggle to take in his size.