baby girl

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Richard let out a breathy moan as she took his cock into her mouth again. Her mouth felt so warm and comfortable wrapped around his hard length like that. His cock throbbed into her mouth as she ran her tongue along the tip. He couldn’t help but shiver at the way she looked at him. She looked absolutely stunning like that on her knees pleasuring him. That’s how he believed she should always be for him. At her next words he smirked at her. “Stand up then. Let me show you. Though by now you should already know how I fuck you. ” He said to her with a smirk. His cock was rock hard and warm for her. He needed her badly. There was nothing more that he had ever wanted than her at this point.

Willa loved watching the way he reacted to her tongue exploring his length, a smirk lifting at the corners of her lips. She ran her tongue along her lips after she’d pulled back, following his instruction and finally standing up from where she’d been crouched on her knees. “I know, but I like to be reminded.” She commented, hands moving up along his chest to his shoulders so that she could push herself up onto her tiptoes and press a hot, open-mouthed kiss against his lips for good measure. “I’ve been thinking about this since the last time.”

Richard looked down at the young girl with lust filled eyes. He watched at the way she was on her knees for him and taking his cock deep into her mouth. He knew that she was enjoying this just as much as he considering the way she was sucking on his cock and taking him deep in her throat. She was only trying to hold onto some form of dignity and care for her boyfriend though they both knew that was a lie. At her words Richard chuckled at her softly and ran his fingers through her hair. “I know princess. Besides we both know no matter how much try to pretend that you aren’t too proud of this we both know it always ends with you moaning my name and telling me how much you love being with me like this. ” He said teasing her.

She can’t deny what he’s saying, barely managing to hold back a smirk as his fingers sifted through her hair. She was already leaning back in, wrapping her lips back around his cock again, taking him deep into her mouth and letting her tongue dance around the tip as she pulled back. She did this a few more times before pulling back again, looking up at him through thick lashes. “And how are you going to get me to moan your name this time, hm?” She was already wet for him—already aching to have him fuck her the way that he had so many times before. 

“we shouldn’t be doing this,” willa’s on her knees and she’s breathless, her lips swollen from both the heated, passionate kisses and the fact that she’s just had them wrapped around his hard length. she looks up at him through long lashes, her words half-hearted, and tone rasped from where she’s had his cock hitting the back of her throat. she feels better about herself if she at least tries to make it look like she’s thinking of her boyfriend—but that’s hard when he’s so good at pleasuring her the way she likes: hard and unforgiving. “but fuck i’m so wet for you.” 

THERE WAS NO denying she shouldn’t have fallen for him so easily but there was just something about Vinnie that made Fiona weak in her knees. When she felt his large hands on her ass she couldn’t help but moan, already feeling her pussy growing more wet from the idea of what was to come. “Fuck I’ve missed your touch all day…” Speaking in a lustful voice Fiona stood up in her near nude form. “I want to blow you first…” Despite her words going against his request she listened to him, knowing what would have come had she not. She made her way over to the desk and bent, spreading her legs in a wide stance, her pussy and ass wide on display for him. “All yours baby… All fucking yours.” 

Everything was hitting him at once, the taste of her, the sweet smell of her pussy he’s continously taking in with keeping her lips spread, the mixed of struggle and exhilaration in her breathing and the contented moans that flow from her naughty mouth. He’d felt his cock twitch at her indifference to the idea of being broken by him, it was rather liberating feeling to think that he could pound the sweet pussy he’d been sucking on to his hearts content and without limits.

Her thrusting was very much welcomed as he’d continue to assert his face against her movements, with his mouth hugging on to her even more firmly as his tongue starts to wiggle inside of her. Roland has his thumb flicking against her nipple while he started to grip the small mound more tightly, starting to get impatient waiting for her to finally shower the back of his tongue in her creamy goodness, and wanting her to cum to cascade right into his throat.

He’d only allow for a few more moments of kneeling before her, pulling his tongue back into his mouth and smacking his lips against her as he parts from her lower lips, somehow able to rip his attention away from feasting on her pussy so he could stand to reach behind her, hastily swiping the contents of his desk to the floor so he could push her back against the surface, lifting her legs straight up so he could fully remove her skirt.

He was so rock hard in his slacks, and ready to fuck her right then, sure that he’d be able to fuck her until the sun came up (or his wife finally decided to get home) but the taste still left in his mouth entices him for another lick or two and keeping her legs up, held together in his hand by her ankles, he’d bend down to have his face meet her pussy once more, the folds pressed together with her legs closed, though from this angle had access to more of her labia and would take advantage by giving her one long, slow lick in the split between her lips so he could take his time in savoring the bitter sweet taste of her juices and her skin all the way from her anus.

character: marcus king / 52 / the gentle touch

plot: your muse has just left a very toxic relationship and is currently living at their mother and stepfather’s home while they pick up the pieces of their life. our muses were never really close before, but now they can’t seem to stay away from each other. my muse is very caring and protective of your muse and your muse craves the loving attention. after your muse gets a threatening voicemail from their ex, my muse hears your muse crying through their bedroom door. my muse comes in to comfort your muse and things start to escalate between them

connection: step daughter (21+ muses only)

marcus cradled the heartbroken woman in his arms, brushing away her tars with smooth swipes of his thumb. “just try to relax and remember you’re safe with me. i’d never let anyone hurt you.” he whispered softly, careful not to stir his sleeping wife from her slumber. marcus knew the feelings he had developed towards his step daughter were morally wrong. he wasn’t expecting to fall so quickly for her. they had only been in each other’s lives for a few years and not once did marcus ever consider crossing any kind of lines. having her under his roof, filling his life with her beautiful presence, the older male couldn’t help but development romantic feelings towards her. he pressed a soft, chaste kiss on his step daughter’s lips, desperate for another taste. “…it’s late. let’s get you back to bed.”