It's Pronounced 'Lewd-Mith' For a Reason

Tumblr doesn’t like titties or raw dick even when it’s a toy…..soooo

Have these two very suggestive pictures of my oc Sister Mary Ann from @alltheraig that were taken for my husband a while back.

So my dream starts off rather normal dream like- running through a series of unrealistic events that feel real but are just ya know things that could never happen but they’re fun so you move through it anyway. Magic shops, being hunted by intergalactic creatures, and then…and then I’m back home. In my room after the fun has been had my husband next to me in my bed, his hands roaming my body, groping at my breasts, kissing along my stomach…and then he’s going lower and lower until his head is between my legs his tongue finding that perfect spot inside my cunt that has my hands in his hair and my back arching as I moan, grinding into his face.

He’s holding onto my thighs because he knows I’ll clamp them shut, and clearly that’s not acceptable right now. So he’s holding them open as he eats me like his last supper. And I am losing it. Scratching my nails along his scalp, rolling my hips as I cumming. Over and over until I’m begging him to fuck me. And then he’s lifting up and smirking before diving back down but this time it’s his nose pressed against my slit and his tongue is making a sloppy mess of my asshole. Until I’m drenched from front end to back and I’ve cum seven times over.

I should’ve noticed another person climbing into our bed. Should’ve noticed they were naked. But it was quite hard to focus on that when I was trying to remember my eyes weren’t supposed to be rolled to the back of my head.

Though when extra hands grabbed my hips and flipped me on my side you bet your skimpy ass my eyes snapped forward only to see my husband getting comfortable in front of me. Cock hard and practically leaking precum into our sheets as he angled just right to slide in between my thighs. What was weird was that he wasn’t the one holding onto my hips. His hands were holding up one ankle, the other holding onto his shaft.

So I turned as much as one could when they’re forced to stay in a specific position, to see double of my husband behind me. A smug smirk on his face. Telling me to shh just as I opened my mouth to make some kind of comment that died the second he thrusted his hips and his cock slammed into my spit slicked hole. Stretching my ass without warning and making me squirt just with how hard he’d done it.

Ruthless and merciless, but hot and sexy is how I’d describe my husband when he wants to breed me…having two of them? At the same time with the same want? I knew what I was in for and I was interested and excited to see just what they’d do.

So I started to ask how they were going to fuck me this way. But the double wrapped a hand around my throat and tugged my head back, hissing that he told me to hush as the real him slide into my drooling cunt. The gentleness and false sense of security because he immediately began to rock his hips, pushing deeper and me back onto the cock shove up my ass. Doubling the pleasure and making it hard for me to focus on which end felt better.

Kissing one meant kissing the others. Tongues trying to rearrange my tonsils while they mocked me for not being able to say anything. For how messy of a slut I was and how the sheets were ruined because I couldn’t stop cumming. Called me a whore for how greedy I sought out their tongues when they pulled away and needy for how I clung so tightly to their covks like I was trying to empty their balls.

I was. Fucking hell I was. And then they were cumming and the room blurred and my ears rang and the ink thing I could focus on fully was the way heat pulled into my womb and my ass. How it dribbled out of my holes.

I was well satisfied but that didn’t matter. They wanted me broken. So one lifted me up, keeping both of them still stuffed inside of me, and draped me of the other one. Telling me to relax and let them take care of me as they continued fucking me like a sex toy made personally for them.

Switching holes when the other had filled it to the brim with cum. Until at last the double tapped out, climbed out of bed and said he’d make breakfast. While my husband. That man got up, flipped me around. Made me sit up slightly, grabbed my hand and pressed my face into a wall so he could slam into me. Growling how he was going to get me pregnant and how he wasn’t going to stop until my stomach was swollen with his children.

His grip in my hair tightening the closer he got to cumming again, his other hand pulling and twisting at my clit, before rubbing circles along it. Working me up to and orgasm and hissing at how tight I was getting. A sign that he knew I was going to cum. He told me he wanted me to cum with him but he wanted to hear his slut beg. And I did. Pleading for him to breed me. To get me pregnant. To fucking me into a worthless slutty mess that was going to bear his children…