Pt 2 feat Choso, Suguru, & Yuuta

This made me want to try some actual angst … coming soon… maybe lol

Pt 1 feat Gojo, Toji, & Sukuna

JJK SMAU Pt 2 feat Sukuna, Choso, & Yuuta

Disclaimer: I tried to be way less aggressive in this one 😅 (these are my faves I can’t be too mean to them lol)

JJK SMAU PT 1 feat Gojo, Toji, & Suguru

𝜗𝜚: satoru, suguru, nanami, choso, hiromi, ino, toji

note: sometimes you gotta read your man’s text and go on about your day ! tiktok trend. this was pretty hard ngl so, sorry if it’s shite

warnings: cursing, sexual, murder, mom!reader in toji’s, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

ʚɞ: levi, eren, armin, jean, porco

note : they offer to buy you a coffee/drink for your study group session, only someone already beat them to it !

warnings: cursing, jealousy, kms jokes, toxic porco, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

synopsis you tease the men by putting things in your mouth suggestively (mostly) characters gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, ino warnings nsfw, inappropriate use of guns and food

18+

The luxury hotel room is suffocatingly quiet, thousands of miles away from home. The team's strict policy against bringing partners on this one away tour meant leaving you behind in his house, and Michael Kaiser has been in a foul mood ever since.

He hates being apart from you, not because he misses simple conversation, but because every hour away from his penthouse is an hour he can't physically control you

It's long past midnight. Kaiser lies sprawled across the king-sized bed, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. His sharp blue eyes glare up at the ceiling, his mind racing, utterly consumed by thoughts of your plush body left behind in his bed.

He pictures your magnificent shapes, the swell of your hips, and the way you look when you're completely under his thumb. He imagines how easy it would be to just stay there with you, to keep you locked away from the rest of the world so that you'd always be his.

The sheer obsession makes his blood burn. Within moments, a violent surge of heat hits his lower half. His sweatpants strain visibly against a rock-hard, throbbing boner, his body reacting instantly to the dark, possessive fantasies taking over his head.

A slow, dangerous smirk tugs at his lips. He reaches over to his nightstand, unzipping a hidden compartment in his leather travel bag.

He pulls out a pair of your worn panties- stolen from your laundry hamper right before he left, without you ever noticing

Bringing the delicate fabric to his face, he inhales deeply, closing his eyes as your sweet scent fills his senses. The smell of you, combined with the heavy tightness in his groin, pushes him over the edge.

His breath hitches, his chest heaving as he grips his rigid, aching length through his pants with one hand, while pressing the stolen silk firmly against his lips and nose with the other

"Fuck.." Kaiser mutters into the soft fabric, his voice thick, low, and heavy with dangerous intent as his hand starts to stroke himself through the cotton. "Can't leave you alone for a single week...Schatz. Just wait till I get home."

Kaiser's breathing grows ragged, uneven, each inhale deepening the scent of you into his lungs like a drug. The panties press against his lips as he strokes himself harder through the fabric, hips twitching with restless need.

His eyes stay shut tight, conjuring up every detail: your sleepy morning face buried in his chest. The way you whine when he doesn't kiss you goodnight. How your thighs squeeze around him during sex- how tight and warm and perfect everything about you is.

A low groan rumbles from deep in his throat.

He hates this- the distance, the silence without your presence filling their shared space- but right now.. Right now it's just him... and your scent, driving him absolutely insane.

Suddenly aggressive with need, Kaiser tears off both sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion. His thick cock springs free, hard as steel, and without hesitation or shame (he never has any), he wraps his long fingers around it firmly at base to tip..

Then, he starts pumping slowly... deliberately.. savoring each stroke while still clinging to those stolen panties like a madman obsessed beyond reason.

He looks so good too..unfairly so, his bare torso, sweaty and sculpted from training… then slowly descending down: abs tightening as he breathes… hip bones jutting slightly above sweatpants pooled around his thighs…

"Gott..." he curses under his breath, squeezing at the hard ridges under his cockhead to pump more precum out, slicking his dick up.

He brings your panties down from his face to press them against that wet tip, the silk catching the moister instantly, and then he slams back into his hand with renewed hunger.

It's filthy. It's obscene. His cock is so wet, dripping so much precum it makes slick sounds each time his tattooed fist closes around his tip, and he can feel his toes twitching within his socks, his eyes rolling back as he brings the panties back up and laps at them like a hungry dog.

Kaiser's tongue drags slowly over the silk, tasting what little of you clings to it, fabric soaked in your warmth, your musk. He licks like a starving man offered a single crumb, desperate, possessive, shameless.

A shiver rips down his spine.

His toes curl inside those expensive black socks, his tummy churns with coiling pressure as he feels himself getting closer to his release-

And then you text him. The sweet picture of your contact lighting up his phone screen next to him, making him involuntarily squeeze tighter at his cock.

"Scheiße..!"

He peels his hand off his cock, watching it throb painfully from orgasm denial and exhaling sharply through his flared nostrils like a frustrated bull.

Then he picks up his phone and sees you...asking him how his day was...innocently telling him about how much you miss him... God help him.

He grabs at his twitching cock with renewed fervor, his fist closed tight around the slick length and flying over himself, jerking himself off at an impossible pace and letting out a loud, shameless moan.

And he doesn't even try to suppress it. Fuck dignity.

Because right now, Michael Kaiser can allow himself to be just a man, a feral one, licking his woman's dirty, stolen panties while masturbating in some impersonal hotel room halfway across the world from you because he cannot stand another second without feeling connected to you somehow.

And when his thumb accidentally catches for a second too long at his sensitive slit, when your panties go so far down his mouth he actually chokes on your smell, he cums.

Thick ropes spill over his tattooed fingers, hot pulses of gooey cum erupt uncontrollably all over himself, the sheets below catching some mess as his breath hitches into broken gasps.

Coming down to his senses, he finally opens his pretty blue eyes and stares down at himself, letting go off his limp cock covered in his cum with a heavy sigh.

He's fucking pathetic..

His nose scrunches up in a way you'd call adorable as he reaches over with your panties, wiping himself clean with a look of disgust.

But then his eyes land on his abs...glistening with sweat, that soft trail of blond trailing down to his dick, hair soaked through with his cum...

He smirks darkly, biting on his lower lip in mischief, reaching for his phone and snapping you a picture of his cum stained six-pack as a response to your message saying "what are you doing, Micha? How are you feeling?", before shutting his phone closed and throwing it back on the mattress carelessly.

He would have to do a lot of explaining to you when he wakes up in the morning, because what he didn't notice was the damp fabric of your favorite pair of panties- the ones you've been frantically searching around for for days now- showing up in the corner of the pic, clutched tightly in his left hand.

@zutaraweek day 5: legacy

Zutara Week 2026 — Day 4: Visions @zutaraweek

After three years into his exile, a girl surrounded by water and fire haunts his dreams. Zuko doesn’t know who she is, and why she’s such a prominent figure in the middle of this whirling despair and strife. Her face is always a flitting memory, easily escaping through his fingers like the rushing streams themselves.

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Zutara Week Day 4: Visions

18+

The heat in the room is suffocating, but neither of you cares. Shifted onto his lap, impaled deeply on his cock, your hands are buried in Michael's soft blonde hair, your chest heaving against his with every ragged breath he draws. He holds you with an effortless, possessive grip around your waist, his pulse hammering hot against your skin

A sudden angle of movement draws your eyes past his shoulder toward the full-length glass on the opposite wall

In the dim light, the reflection catches the sharp flexed contours of his back. His dark, crimson-accented Bastard München jersey, damp with sweat from training earlier, clings tightly to his shoulder blades, sculpting every line of muscle underneath.

Stretched bold, sharp, and unmistakable across his back is his name, KAISER, right above his number 10. The sight of him, so undeniably arrogant, powerful, and marked as yours, sends a sudden, sharp thrill straight down your spine. Your breath hitches, your hips stuttering for a fraction of a second as your eyes lock onto the image in the glass.

Kaiser doesn't miss a single damn beat. He catches the subtle shift in your rhythm immediately, a low vibration pulsing in his chest against yours

"Distracted, Schatz?" he hums, his voice a dark, velvety murmur right against the shell of your ear.

He follows the track of your gaze into the mirror, catching your blown-out pupils in the reflection. A smirk tugs at his lips, arrogant, condescending, and entirely delighted by the ruined, needy look on your face.

Without breaking the steady, intoxicating pace between you, his large hand glides up from your waist, his long fingers cupping your jaw with unyielding firmness

Slowly, deliberately, he adjusts your position, guiding your chin to rest over his shoulder. The movement angles your head perfectly, giving you an unobstructed, razor-sharp view past his neck straight into the mirror.

"There," he whispers, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below your ear as his hips roll back into you with calculated, punishing precision. "Watch me fuck you dumb on my fat fuckin' dick."

"M-Micha...micha-aah..!" You moaned his name sweetly, lips parted in silent gasps each time his cockhead reached deeper inside you... your arms trembling in their hold around his shoulders

A dark chuckle rumbles through him as he tilts his head slightly, pressing the sharp angle of his jaw against your cheek to catch every broken whimper you make.

His grip on your thigh turns bruising as he suddenly lifts you higher and slams you back down onto him with ruthless precision.

"Meine süße Prinzessin," he growls into your neck, biting just below the pulse point before soothing it with a slow lick.

He loves it. Simply adores how wrecked you sound-- how your body trembles around him, fluttering with each brutal thrust upward into sensitive places no one else has ever touched.

His thighs flex powerfully with every snap forward- the sharp slap of skin echoing off the walls, and he revels in it, the possessive bastard. Every strike against your ass is a punctuation: mine. mine. mine.

Without warning, he shifts both hands to grip your hips and lifts you entirely off for half a second before dropping you back down hard enough to make both of you gasp

"So fucking tight..." he breathes out through clenched teeth and then crashes his mouth onto yours.

You mumbled incoherent gibberish into his open mouth, lapping at each other's tongues like deprived animals.. like starved dogs.. straight up just slobbering down each other's chins, your fingers moving to clutch tightly at his sweat damp jersey clinging to his broad shoulders, shaking through it all

Saliva glistens on both your chins, streaks of it connecting when you finally break for air, just a fraction of an inch apart, and he likes it. Likes how feral you look, lips swollen and wet, eyes glassy with overstimulation.

With a brutal surge of strength from those sculpted legs and that perfect striker's core, he rises onto his knees completely- now towering on the bed- and shifts your body with him so you're nearly upright against his chest before slamming back down into you with renewed force.

The new angle is merciless

His cock hits places no one else could ever reach: deep strikes that make stars explode behind your eyes while every powerful clench of those glorious ass muscles drives him deeper still.

The flex alone is hypnotizing through the mirror- the way each cheek tightens as he pulls out slightly before thrusting forward again like a piston made for dominance only Kaiser possesses naturally.

Michael feels it-- the way your body tenses with impending orgasm, the desperate hitch in your breath, the feverish tremor running through every limb wrapped around him.

He knows you're close.

And he wants to watch you shatter...

Without slowing his punishing pace, he shifts again: one strong arm snakes behind your back and yanks you flush against his chest, cradling you as if tender while simultaneously pounding into you with merciless precision.

The other hand grips the base of his cock just before entry- forcing himself deeper on each inward drive-- and uses those calloused fingers to press right where both of your bodies meet most intimately.

The mirror shows everything:

Your face buried in sweat-damp hair at Michael's neck, his jaw clenched tight with focus, those black shorts riding low on perfect thighs that flex and roll relentlessly...

And then he leans down, presses a surprisingly tender, open-mouthed kiss to your temple and keeps his lips there, pulling back with a wet sound just enough to whisper...

"Cum f'me, baby.. come on, süße... you deserve it"

And oh do you cum...

You scream his name, shuddering violently with the force of your climax and gush all over his abs, thighs and the sheets below.. eyes rolling back lewdly and your tongue dragging out to pant loudly--

You'd think it made Kaiser lose composure, but no.

Far from it.

The bastard smirks through gritted teeth as your orgasm floods over him and uses that slick heat to slide even deeper with every ruthless thrust. His thumb keeps circling your oversensitive clit just to watch you squirm: twitching and gasping through aftershocks while still being fucked into oblivion

You gasp when Kaiser flips you onto all fours without pulling out; hikes up what's left of those shorts off one thigh; grips both your hips hard enough for fingerprints tomorrow and starts pounding into you from behind

The room fills with the sound of skin slapping, heavy breathing, and the slick schlick of sweat-sheened bodies moving together--

Michael's grunts are low and guttural as he chases his release with single-minded desperation. His hips jerk erratically, raw fucking hunger finally unleashed after holding back for too long

Sweat drips from his brow down the sharp line of his jaw before cascading onto your back in cold droplets that make you shiver even as heat consumes you both

His fingers dig into your plush ass cheeks to spread them slightly- possessive to the last breath-and then suddenly...

He stills.

A full-body shudder rolls through him, his muscles lock and his jaw clenches tight enough to crack teeth

And then it comes:

A thick pulse deep inside first, one long, hot spill that makes him groan loudest yet- but within seconds he's pulling out entirely, ignoring how wet everything is, so he can stroke himself right over where all that heat pools at your base spine

Thick ropes shoot across your bare skin

The first thick rope lands right between your shoulder blades, hot and sticky, and Michael doesn't even try to aim. He's lost, completely undone by the force of his own climax.

More follows in rapid succession, streaks of white paint across your back like abstract art he didn't plan but claims anyway, some splatter near the dip of your spine, others smear down toward the curve where your ass meets thigh. A few missed shots land on the sheets beneath you both.

His hand works himself through every last pulse- rough strokes that make him shudder and his forearm flex hard each time another jet fires out- and when it's finally over...

He slumps forward instantly

Collapsing onto his elbows just behind you, dragging his wet, swollen lips all over your shoulder and licking his cum right off you with filthy groans and sucking on your skin as well as if to get all his essence back out.

"I fuckin' love your pussy, shit.." he murmurs in between nasty drags of his tongue "...mhmm..never had a better pussy in my whole fucking life.. such a good girl f'me.. I'll get you everythin your pretty self wants, yea? Spoil my girl rotten..."

Well, at least that was true.

.

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Oh WE know both that man and you guys have a kink for that shit for sure, you nasty whores >:( (im jk ok pls dont doxx me). Enjoy ♡

18+

The room is dim and quiet, the slow, heavy rhythm of the night matching the languid pace you're trying to keep. But the word "easy" doesn't quite apply right now.

Lying flat on his back, Vivian's long, sprawling frame completely dominates the bed, making him look impossibly large beneath you.

You're shivering, breathless, trying to catch your rhythm as you struggle just to take him all in- his sheer width and depth stretching you out to your absolute limit, making every downward inch a slow, overwhelming torture..

Vivian isn't moving fast either. His eyelids are half-closed, his usual deadpan expression softened by a heavy, hazy fog of pure physical bliss. He's staring up at you with dazed, unbothered curiosity, watching you hesitate, bite your lip, and fight for your breath over him

Lazily, almost absentmindedly, he slides his massive hands up from the mattress to grip your hips-- and stops abruptly.

His fingers span completely around your waist, his long thumbs and fingers nearly meeting on the opposite side as if you were made of glass.

For a second, Vivian blinks, freezing as his brain processes the visual: his huge, heavy hands completely caging your small frame, framing the exact point where you two are joined.

A strange, sudden jolt of heat flares low in his stomach, making him throb hard and deep inside you.

He hasn't quite put a name to it yet, but the sight of how tiny you look trapped between his palms... of how effortlessly he could snap you in half, yet how completely you are taking him apart... makes his chest heave with a heavy, uncharacteristic gasp

"Hngh.." Vivian lets out a slow, gravelly exhale, his deadpan facade completely cracking into a haze of raw, dazed wonder as his thumbs press in, tracing the span of your waist. "Fucking... hell. Look at your waist in my hands... you're so tiny, sweetheart."

"Mm-mhm..n-no! Youre just huge, vivi." You whined out, struggling to keep riding him with how fucking huge his cock was, stretching your poor pussy so much it felt like you were being split open-

His thumbs pressed deeper into your waist again, this time not just admiring- but reveling in it.

Possessive heat pulsed through his veins as he watched the way your body trembled with each shallow bounce you attempted. You weren't going far, barely lifting off before sinking back down like gravity was too much for such a small thing...

"Shhh...." Vivian murmured in the softest sound anyone had ever heard from him, and then slowly lifted his hips off the bed just an inch-

It wasn't fast or forceful, but it shifted everything inside you dramatically. The angle changed completely... deeper pressure surged where it hadn't been before- a new level of fullness hitting like lightning up your spine- and suddenly you were gasping louder than he had all night.

You whimpered like sweet prey, making him groan himself, like the gentle giant he was...

And then you shifted a bit too, leaning back slightly and your back arching and thighs spreading naturally with the new angle, revealing the obscene way your folds were stretched so taut around his glistening, fat cock...

And then his gaze fell on... God, your tummy...

Your tummy was literally bulging with the imprint of how fuckin massive his cock was-

Vivian's pupils shrank to pinpricks

For the first time in his life, Vivian Hugo was rendered utterly speechless. And all by this: the sight of your stomach visibly distended-- a soft swell right above your navel... as if something enormous were pushing from inside out through sheer size alone.

And that wasn't even the most devastating part

It was how your folds clung to him like they'd been sculpted around his cock specifically: glossy with arousal and stretched impossibly thin over every thick ridge and vein along his shaft- the obscene way you pulsed with each shallow breath you took as if trying to adjust... but failing beautifully at it...

A low groan rumbled up from deep within Vivian's chest, and he couldn't look away anymore.

His hands slid upward instinctively now... one large palm spread flat across your bulging lower belly where proof of him lived under skin.... while his big fingers curled protectively over that tiny rise--

"...Jesus," he whispered hoarsely, voice cracking pathetically

Your thighs shook violently, it was too much- so much-- "Vivi! Please, i c-can't," you begged sweetly, for him, for his help...

Vivian's fingers pressed down just a little harder, not enough to hurt, but enough that the pressure radiated straight through your core, amplifying every nerve ending around him.

And hearing you beg like that... soft, broken whines spilling from those plump lips... it shattered whatever remained of his stoic composure.

He lifted both hands now, one still cradling your trembling stomach while the other slid up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your kiss-swollen lip with unexpected tenderness before trailing down along the curve of your jaw...

"Ma petite.." he murmured, "you're taking me so well.. such a good girl for being stretched like this."

A pause. His thumb dragged across your bottom lip once more before continuing in hushed praise...

"Look at you... swollen on my cock... taking all 8 inches without breaking..."

Your thighs trembled harder from the overwhelming rush of being called "good girl" by this towering French giant who could snap bones without trying... yet here he was, cradling your face like something precious

"You're so tight... can feel every flutter inside."

His voice dropped even lower on that last part- a rough whisper that vibrated through his chest-- and as if to prove it, his hips lifted again gently, a slow upward roll of those powerful pelvis muscles driving deeper into you at an angle that made stars burst behind your eyelids, rubbing at your clit perfectly

So of course, naturally, your pussy clenched tighter around him, trapping each vein of his pulsing shaft deeper within your walls, dragging in and out filthily-

He cursed lowly at the way each ridge, each pulsing cord along his underside were being milked by you in a way that made all his sense of logic short-circuit..

With slow but firm intent, Vivian rolled again- not just up and down now- but side to side slightly too, subtle pelvic rotations designed to grind deep inside while rubbing against that swollen bundle of nerves at the top where you were most sensitive..

Then came the clench

Tighter than before- and it pulsed around him in rhythmic waves, wave after wave of contractions squeezing every inch of his cock with intoxicating force.

His jaw clenched hard. His abs tensed under smooth skin. For someone who prided himself on control, or being unshakable... this was dangerously close to pushing him over too-

Still, he kept guiding you through your orgasm... soft bounces even as you trembled above him, gentle lifts and sinks while whispering tenderly

"That's it... let me feel all of it... oui, mon amour.."

And soon, he followed right after you, whimpering through it in such a high contrast to his size that it made his ears tip pink-

And then came the flood...

Thick. Heavy pulses shot deep inside you, not once or twice but wave after wave of it: rich and hot filling every space until your lower belly visibly swelled again from within- the same spot where earlier his cock had bulged outward now rounding softly from how much cum he'd just released..

Ofc luv, I appreciate your kind words. Tho, I will modify it a bit to fit what I see Hugo being like. Dont think hed be as rough as sae can get. Enjoy ♡

18+

Hugo loves your ass. He loves grabbing at it even in a non-sexual way, whether it's when you guys are cuddling, walking together, or hugging. He just likes feeling the weight of it in his hands and how well it fits them despite how big they are.

But mostly, he loves reverse cowgirl with you.

Because it's exactly from that position that he can see all of you as you eagerly bounce up and down his dick, leaning forwards to support your weight with your hands on his knees to let his swollen tip hit those deepest spots inside you so fucking good-

His head is propped up against a pillow, dark eyes half lidded and his lips parted, completely enamored by the sight of your poor pussy stretching around his cock in such a pathetic display, sloshing and squelching loudly with each clench in an attempt to soothe the stretch with more lube...

"You're so beautiful, mon amour..." he groans out, voice deep and steady, a high contrast to the way his fat cock kept throbbing harshly within your walls every time your ass slammed flush against his abs, soaked through with your glistening arousal.

"Vivi...!" You whimpered out, moaning louder, shifting slightly on your knees to get more of his dick inside, to let your hips fall harder onto him, your thighs shaking and burning with exertion... fighting against it

You've been riding him for hours on end now

But you wouldn't dare stop anytime soon. It felt way too fucking good-

The way his cockhead kept spurting out more syrupy strings of his precum all around your walls, dragging sticky essence within and out... made your tummy clench and tense in impending orgasm

"Ahh... m'sorry, sweetheart-"

You didnt even know what he was apologizing for, but it didnt make you stop for a second, you were too far gone in your own world of pleasure, chasing that sweet release feverishly, drooling down your chin and moaning, until--

Smack!

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, stilling atop of his lap and turning to look at him from over your shoulder with burning red cheeks.

What the actual fuck. Since when did your sweet boyfriend hit you like that??

He gave you a soft, apologetic look, his massive palm still splayed over where it had just hit you, rubbing soft comfort into the pink imprint of his hand, cooing at you sweetly.

"Im sorry, baby...I couldn't help it, you felt so good, your ass was so pretty, jumping on my dick like that and-"

"Do that again.."

Oh..

So you liked it too?

Hugo moaned low in his throat before grabbing at the flesh of both your ass cheeks now and spreading them apart, bucking his hips up into you to watch the obscene way he was feeding you more of his slick shaft- your folds hugging at his base so beautifully

You resumed riding him, arching your back obediently when he moved one large hand up to press at your spine

Then he did it again, slapping at the fat of your hips, and lower to your ass repeatedly, his cock twitching and his balls tightening against your puffy clit each time he watched it jiggle so whorishly-

One hand slid up your side, grabbing at your waist and propping himself up on his elbow, his ragged breath now fanning hotly over your sweat slick back, right in between your shoulder blades..

He was using your own body to hold at it each time he pulled you down harder onto him, timing it with his strong hips pushing up into you harsher, meaner, making you jolt into his lap with each thrust

"Merde..." he heaved, forehead falling to the nape of your neck and breathing faster, shorter, sharper-

Fuck, he was close, so close.

"Please, let me cum inside--" his wet, parted lips found the shell of your ear, pressing scorching, slick kisses all over the expanse of your neck, shivering through it

The hand that wasn't gripping at your waist continued spanking you, sharp cracks of his palm meeting your skin echoing along with the wet clapping sounds of your hips slamming down into his pelvis

"God, please- just this once, can I? Im so close.." He needed to cum now, his heavy balls were literally hurting from holding back, lips trembling and-

"J-just cum already.." you slurted out incoherently, your head falling back against his broad shoulder as you let him use you, like hell you would deny him creaming up your insides when this shit felt as good as to make you lose your sanity...

He didnt wait another second.

His hand left your ass to instead wrap around your waist from behind, skimming down your tummy where his bulging cock seemed to reach, brushing over it, then lower, until his trembling, rough fingers found your clit, pinching at it and stimulating you

And the moment you shattered, soaking his hard panel of muscles, his tense, huge thighs and moaning out his name so sweetly, he followed

Pumping ropes after ropes of hot fluid into your cervix and stuffing you full of his thick semen, grinding his hips against your ass and rolling them in broad circles to spread his cum around, stretching your smooth hole out with it...

So much of it, so fucking much that it kept leaking right back, forcing the poor man to thrust his half hard, overstimulated cock right back into your well used pussy because..

It just couldn't go to waste, could it? :(