#((woah))

you’re pregnant but simonriley insists you still get your needs met?

“sit, mama, sit the fuck down.” simons gruffy voice rings out from behind you. six months pregnant and you’re big. doesn’t help that your daughters daddy is 6’2 and built like a tank while you’re slightly thick and way shorter.

you weren’t insecure on the baby weight or anything, but the thought of sitting on your husbands face and suffocating him at your size? a big no. “si im scared .. don’t wanna hurt you.”

he scoffs, biting at you inner thigh to make you yelp and bounce. his hands reached up to rub your swollen stomach. “you’re not gonna hurt me, sit on my face baby.” you don’t give in, your hormones making you stubborn and determined to be right for the past six months.

“five, four .. fuck it.” he grabs you and hauls you onto his face. you gasp, can’t help but moaning feeling his pointy noise rub against your swollen bud while his tongue laps through your wet folds.

you squirm desperately, trying to get off or get more? you didn’t know, at one point you feel yourself start to doze off at the feeling of your pussy get wet with your husbands saliva and your own juices. you wanted him to impregnate you again, immediately.

he squeezes your plump ass while eating you like his last meal. hands rubbing up everywhere as he praises you while muffled between your legs. you weren’t a fast comer, but God did his tongue move in waves through you making that tsunami come easy.

“si-umgh .. si i cant.” you grind in rhythm to his tongue. as you feel his grin against you, another poke comes through and the next second, two thick fingers are plunged into you.

“cum all over my mouth .. good girl.” his mouth and stubble is covered in your juices, his tongue lapping over and over to clean every spot of you squeaky clean.

you lift your hips shakily, moving down to sit on his lap as you watching him lick around his lips desperately, his tongue not long enough to get a drop left on his chin before he gives up and swipes it along his finger to suck.

“good time, aye?” he rubbed your stomach, eyes warm looking between it and you. you nod lazily, putting your head on his chest as you curl up.

if you knew it’d be that good you would’ve sat down a long time ago.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖

another one, hope you like !!

more bloodmary

teasing pope cody while he’s working on his truck <3

mdni 18+

Sneaking into the garage, but apparently not quiet enough. You watch popes legs still under the truck, “Sweetheart?” He asks lightly, like he knows it’s you without having to look. “Jus’ me Andy.” you say softly, walking over to him hearing the metallic clinking continue.

“It’s late” you say lightly, the open garage door letting for the sound of crickets to echo throughout the concrete room. “Couldn’t sleep.” he replies flatly, twisting his arm on something to the belly of the truck.

You hum softly and lower yourself, throwing a leg over the two of his so you’re straddling his thighs. You hear him grunt softly and shift a little under you. “What’re you working on?” you ask, trailing your hands under his t-shirt, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath your them. “M’ looking for a leak” he says, you can practically see the expression he’s wearing even though his face is covered by the truck.

You shift, moving forward on his hips and settle on them, fingers playing with his belt. After a couple minutes you hear him huff and drop his tools with a clink. His hands snake out from under the truck, resting on your thighs. “Can’t focus” he says lowly. You smile, your own hands now moving to rest over his. He squeezes and moves you a little, his stiffening cock lining right up with your heat making you gasp softly.

You start to rock your hips, back and forth and can feel him growing harder beneath you, letting out little grunts like he’s trying to hold himself back. His upper half still covered by the truck you can only see his V line tensing up with every move of your hips against his.

im a 10/10 but i got a fucking crab pericing my toe AGH

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